Empty eyes

empty eyes

Her eyes were empty

Empty as her soul,

blank as the faces of her dolls

Sitting dusty on the shelf.

Devoid of love and feeling;

Devoid of empathy and justice;

Devoid of everything.


Seeking solace in nothingness.

She knows not peace.

But sits empty.

Voided by life and her black heart.

Made bitter by her hatred

everything she grasped at

turned to nothing in her hands.

The hearts she tore out

sit gasping on the wooden floorboards

they will love no more.

Destroyer of love.

of Friendship

her past is now her and she is nothing.

Just a pair of empty eyes.

By Gale A. Molinari

Sharing my views on just about everything that enters my mind. Fasten your seatbelts it is going to be a bumpy ride. I am just a lady of a certain age somewhere between the dinosaurs and stalactites. Musing over lessons learned and sharing those with others. I really am interested in your views on what I write so fire away and thank you for taking the time to check out my blog. https://wordpress.com/stats/galemolinari.wordpress.com this is my poetry blog perhaps you would enjoy that too!!


  1. You write so eloquently. This person in the poem has dead eyes because her soul is dead, her life left her and everything she cared about, all because of her obsession

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