behind the eyes

behind the eyes
the secret fear
that’s long ago
but always near

in moments when
her guard is down
and few if any
still around

the violence that
invades her thought
the silence that
comes dearly bought

behind the eyes
the hunted doe
who runs not knowing
where to go

the secret she
is loth to say
so many go through
every
day

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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