Bank stares

Blank Stares

Its gaze filled the air,
Its empty inside, a pair
Of eyes were still,
When the clock ticks;
One word of no movement
Is not a trick-
It's stubborn,
And still as a statue.

Solid and hard
In one place,
It stands in his post
With grace.
Immobile, he towers down
With a long look,
Quietly it remains
In silent approach,
But he shows a straight face.

It is not a reproach,
Emotions devoid preaching
By the stares of no movement,
The statue has silent power
in longer moment;
Stood there expressionless,
He waits.

And it is unfortunate
To hear active sounds,
It only breaks,
When he hears it cut
And it resounds.
The head amputated,
Lastly the stare was
No longer tempted;
It's a headless statue.

The head rolled on the
Ground, it still staring
As it still moving around,
And seeing the sky till it stops.
On the ground looking up,
Time paused when it lolls.
Headless statue still standing
And all passerby's
Blank stares he received.

By Evetswee