In Hollowed Eyes

All along the wind-swept streets 
vacant windows stare 
like ancient statues of stone
eyes blaring 
where they stand in their site 
hollow faces cracked façades 
as ancient buildings pass 
night has come
a chill is here at last
along the vacant roads 
of a vast city in sleep 
stretching out into the unknown 
not a soul of this world turns 
but eyes unknown stare 
like vacant windows along 
a windswept street 
like eyes of a statue, blind 
standing in hollowed eyes 
blind in sight 
a scene
all in a different light 
as neon pulses and flickers 
waiting to die 
as gloom 
lingers in windows
faces float ghostly 
across a vacant city 
in its deepest sleep.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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