Eyes Reflecting Violence Poem by Daniel Peter Jones

Theres been a rumour hidden here
That truth can spring from eyes,
The soulful look of a tempered girl
I saw beauty when she cried

I looked upon a heartbroken shell
Devoid of receptive care
Her lover tells her stories broke
But I see within her stare

A dying, cramped and fragile mind
Rinsed dry through violent years
Her eyes were coloured, bloodshot red
Exploding with violet tears

Her pupils reflected wet stone caves
Where torment and cruel did blow
I saw and heard within these dens
The words ‘help me' did echo,

Help me, help me, help me, help
The resonance fading under
Her tears transformed her cheeks
Into a white flag of surrender

Battled down and fighting weak
Blue patterns, violet lines
Wrapped around her innocence
Proving where she'd lied

Now she lays with empty eyes
Hollow like a gun
All the bullets of her fight
Missed her target and now she's gone.

Theres been a rumour hidden here
That truth can spring from eyes,
A rumour that should have proven true
To show the pain that she disguised