hollowed eyes

you stared at me...
white balls not moving
looking deep inside me
as if drinking what's there.

your hair is a mess.
have you combed it today?
its tied behind your head
hanging limply, lifeless.

what has happened...
your eye dont smile no more
your lips dont sing a song
your breathing is shallow.

the walls are still there.
standing, looming around.
the room it has been the reminder.
to have hope that she'll come.

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