Those eyes

those eyes

Those eyes

uneasily a storm brews

occasionally a tear subsides

in those eyes

that have witnessed, felt

all the men dressed in disguise

as though a piece of meat, she

waiting to be tried

yet in the end

left to cry.

Sleep has found those eyes

lost in dreams

picking wildflowers

by an unruly stream

like days passed by

without a clue

as to why

time only allows

time to count scars.

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