You look at the world through empty orbs,
ignoring the beauty that swells within.
Your lips work like anesthesia, numbing
your words till they have no meaning.
Sometimes I have to wonder, who you really are.
If I’d knock on you, and hear an echo,
sound bouncing off skin walls.
I want to reach down your throat
and strike a match. Ignite a fire
in your gray soul. Fill you up
with fiery flickering hues.
A passion that forces you
into motion. Awakening your mind,
realizing your truth.
A yearning for life beyond just living.