Evocative in my fantasies
Invading what should’ve been a peaceful rest
But we both know
Rest is nonexistent when it comes to iced silver eyes
Without a hint of love
Frozen in time
Deprived of hope
Lost forever is optimism or happiness
clutching the smallest amount of control
for resistance has fled
Neither villain nor collaborator
non-judgmental and uncaring
Or perhaps it’s unfeeling
Incapable of evoking emotion
even if circumstance warranted
Roams liberally surrendering to no master
as his released freely long ago
Without restraint unresolved future
to no end
or conceivably the end
Shell de Toni 