The Moist View
I See someone sitting by the bedrest with her hands covering the face. Drops and more drops appear from those moist yet parched eyes and disappear somewhere..
The eyes of emptiness now staring at the walls. Answers they seek and have grown up waiting for 'em to come along.
I see those eyes frisking through the pages of Bible..thinking it might give some clue
but the scripture beams blank instead, just like those blank eyes so blue.
This Blankness is so evident and omnipresent, but still those eyes serve the blankness daily without a fail, by washing it with all the dew filled inside.
Yes, i still see those eyes staring at the dumb, unanswerable walls and have continued to do so for years.
When will these eyes recieve something save the Water??
"Now thats another question, dont you know questions are never answered" affirms my soul. So, tired i break that mirror and leave the bedrest.