Maybe is a word invented to avoid a question

If the eyes are windows to the soul, mine
Must be broken, shattered at your palm.

In eternity the vacant stare
Captivated my hand’s touch
And pressed its finger against
My lips….in a hush child hush

Lost, my mind does stare
Into the truth that is not there

I've written until ink stained my hands, my body numb, and yet I find myself still lost.