Heaven Shunned


Heaven Shunned

Slender beans of moonlight enter
this darkened church as I kneel,
always silent, always cold,
frozen here,

Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
searing my darkened soul.

Pain on an angel’s face.

I raise my head, now submitting to
this impassive darkness

This can also be found at Wattpad HERE


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