it is the ever-present
the never-ending
gaze
that wears one down
day in and day out
those eyes that bore
like sad drill bits
seeking to penetrate the core

it is a form of violence
to tear open another
and enter like a virus
like a pathetic plague
hoping to infect body
hoping to ingest soul

how exhausting it must be
to stand in the omni-present heat
of a merciless stare
like an ice sculpture
set in the desert sun
trying to stop itself from melting
and raining drops like tears
to the thirsty sand below
until nothing remains
as if it never was

and the eyes move on…