Denial

Slender beams of radiance enter 
this darkened chamber as I kneel, 
always driven, always alone, 
frozen here, waiting.

Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as 
dust dances in the air, 
Forming an image in my mind, 
penetrating my secret soul.

Pain on an angel's face.

I raise my head, now submitting to 
this uncaring reality.

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[InsanityWriter]

I love the imagery. :) Excellent poem! ^_^