Dead Eyes and Blank Stares
Dead eyes – Blank stare
Dreams folded like last week’s laundry without care.
Hope sliced in the fine thin sheets
Nevermore should past and future meet?
His smile faded to a steely black
The past stole the future
Love less hope in darkness crept,
first forward and then slowly back.
Damn the light his closed eyes screamed.
Damn it all to these black dreams.
Hell has its fury – lost love has no hope.
He kisses the lies of silence –
He concludes this life with sweet defiance
As he slips unseen down the final slope.
J. Allen Wilson © 7/10/2011