Crying Eyes

She finds herself being chased
To a place prepared by her attacker.
Dark at night, there’s
No one around to hear her scream.
The downtown lights once beautiful,
Now have the creepy yellow look,
As if they’re watching,
Filling with sorrow.
The lights fade now as
Rough, dark hands cover her face.
Her mouth can’t scream.
Her eyes can’t see.
Her life, its memories, replay
As she feels herself falling
into darkness, feeling nothing.

Waking in the cold.
Once beautiful snow is now falling
onto places marked by terror.
Eerie feelings fall with this snow.
Blindly, she feels around for the clothing
that was shed. She sees the clock
from the backseat of her car, it shines
2:19, as if its innocence was not just lost.
She cries as realization hits that
the last four hours were
the darkest Hell ever experienced.
She cries and runs to wake Dave, in
his apartment, only a few yards away.
Things were peaceful…
Unknown to him was the Hell outside
his own window.

Rehearsed and playing through
words taught by counselors, friends
and relatives. An expression that
all is fine. Nothing is ever bothering her,
she still attends classes, goes to work,
Homework is still being procrastinated.
Working with youth groups, she prays
that her students will never experience
what she hides
deep
behind her crying eyes.r