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.
This poem is about:
Me