Mrs.G.: Just a short little poem that was sort of inspired by Poe. Please review.

Title: Imprisoned

this darkened church as I kneel,

always alone, always in prayer

frozen here,

waiting.

Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as

dust dances in the air,

forming an image in my mind,

sparing not my exposed flesh.

Realization dawning on my face.

I raise my head, now caressing

this oblivious truth.