Vacant Orbs

just a prisoner

in this body of flesh

hearing the comings and goings

of others

busy tidying…

having had enough.

Now,

just sitting

staring

into nothing

A desert of empathy

not a cloud of kindness.

My last recollections

of humanity

evaporate

until

bleached bones

make people remember…

a kind word

lets it rain

a thoughtful action

grows a harvest.