Soul-dipped Eyes

My lips smile, 

even as my soul-dipped

eyes frown 

in the midst 

of the silence

in your eyes, 

or is it indifference

at the nagging 

of your conscience,

a tugging of spirit 

left ignored 

and wilting 

in the desert 

of your abandon?


I dwell in the hollowed 

cavern of what

we have become, 

reluctant tears 

tainting the walls 

of regret that close in 

on our love, sobs 

echoing in the emptiness 

of us, a sepulcher 

of the past 

as we slowly die

a lonely death 

of silence and shadows.

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