There comes a time when words are not enough.
When the blank stare looking back tells me I'm not getting anywhere.
How I wish it weren't true.
Yet it hardly surprises,
Leaving empty handed.

Those eyes, so blank, unreachable.
Delusional am I to think otherwise.
Yet I fall time and time again-
those shallow, fading eyes.

Hope, resistant to reason, hits pride every time.
When does it die?
And where shall I reside?

Far from its playful grasp,
Without another cry,
Silent.