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.
Intellectual Shaman 