Ghost in the Pane

Captive of This House, photographed by Moondustwriter

Face fleshed press to glass

In a prism of this stifling

Cartography—

Uncharted waves of tempered light

         Spatially charged with a dimension

Infused into all

                           Memories remain, yet soon shall fade

Clinging tight you dare not cede

         The last shreds of

Life and dignity

                  And I wonder why

                  Why’d you evade the reaping?

                  How is it his sickle found not thee?

                  Are you afraid, of how things will be,

                  When fragments are all that remain,

Incessantly tormenting with their sparse refrains?

                 

                  I don’t know whether to smile or cry

I can’t decide if should pray for the reaper’s return

For I can’t see a fate forever resembling vengeance—

And here I must cry, for hell never had you in its plans…

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