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Vacant Eyes

Updated on May 26, 2010

Vacant eyes, black as saucers

Devoid of windows, closed to all

On an empty cloth and lacking utensils

Lay the depths of the persons

Smiling uncontrollably while grinning a lie

Smiting the self for all to see

Showing wasted vestiges of life gone by

That was sacrificed on alters for lust

To become empty places of the soul

Markers if you will and exposed

While the eternal search continues

On an endless journey down narrow roads

Made long by toils sad face

Empty bodies, talking, talking, always talking

Moving, moving yet still and still to be

Never coming to reason from wantonness

Never searching among the ruins

That was given over to places of the flesh

So that vacant eyes reveal the scourge

And bodies belie the feelings

That revels within the thoughts and minds

And on the borders of hearts and souls

So that wisdom escapes the mind and wanders

But forfeited from the searchers of eternity

If one is up to it at all or prefers the way

Of journeys of the alpha becoming the omega

Seeking the end of days and sunsets call

When one sees through the eyes, the eyes

The eyes, of all the eyes of all


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    • valeriebelew profile image

      valeriebelew 7 years ago from Metro Atlanta, GA, USA

      I had to read this one twice, but I think I get the message. People are living for today, and not seeking the eternal, or at least that is how it feels to me. Of course, poetry always means whatever we think it means. Thanks for this poem. (: v