So eloquently their eyes
mirror empty
and yes, we are told
that this is what beauty
really is
and that to suffer is to
truly live
so we ignore our
own deaths
get lost in their depths
and praise being lost
in the nowhere places
of the nothingness spaces
we long to call home
if only to have something
genuine to say
yet we remain silent
and homeless
while the poets
get prettier
in their graves
everyday

11/12/2015 ©Debbie  Berk