Beneath My Vacant Stare
Nov 5 · 2 min read

I’ve tried, in vain, to extract the vision from my clouded eyes,
the soul from my confining cage of bones,
and the mind from my head that constantly aches.
Often I have dug deeper in search of the river of life
that I swear I could find, deep in the well
of my soul that I have caught glimpses of,
even when my signature vacant stare carefully conceals it.


