What She Told Me

Battered and beaten
Her lonely eyes
No longer look into my soul.
I can’t help but stare
At her mirrored reflections
Of unanswered silence.

These eyes were once full
Of life, of joy, of happiness.
They once pulled back
The ends of tulips
As they brightly blossomed
In the springtime.

Where are those eyes?
Have they disappeared into the emptiness
Surrounding them?
Were they swallowed by the monster
Secretly stealing sunshine?

These lively eyes were
Colored with dark shadows
Like the city walkways
When hustlers and hoodlums
Move with swiftness
On a hot, summer day.

And she’s left desolate, derailed, desperate.
Alone.