No Eyes Poem by Barry Middleton

The eyes are closed in death.
Hollow men are blind.
So there are never tears,
there is never care,
no reason for despair.

I cease to see the sunset.
Must I also then forget
all sensation and regret?
And will I know you there,
or is it like we never met?

Is there no poetry,
never more to comfort me,
a metronome's infinity?
Does silence recompense
serenity without pretense?

Is there finally peace,
will war and hatred cease,
will blindness find release?
Beyond my final breath,
my eyes are closed in death.