Empty Eyes

Empty Eyes

 

Empty eyes

The souls disguise

For all that rides

While some things die

 

Empty eyes

There are no spies

For all that ties

To screams that hide

 

Empty eyes

No surprise

Nothing wise

In the dime store buys

 

Empty eyes

A child cries

To no one’s surprise

A soul’s demise

 

Empty eyes

A note that ties

And a child hides

In the shadow’s guise

 

Empty eyes

Chilled by the bise

There are no highs

In empty eyes

Reviews

[Jwakefield]

Great atmosphere. I really like the short, rhymed quatrains.