Loneliness
Inside this Gothic womb, now but only a cold cavernous hollow
the votive flames steal away in puffs of smoke
as I kneel, atom-like, lost in loneliness.
Alabaster angels hungrily swallow empty space till they break -
bleeding prayers seeking life’s meaning
darkly staining the stained glass windows with nothingness.
Susan Ashley
February 18, 2019
~ First Place ~
Contest: April 2019 Premier 11 (Max Eight Lines)
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~ Tenth Place ~
Premiere Contest: Reflect That Emotion Premier
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2019
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