
Behind His Eyes
- Christian
- Jan 2
- 1 min read
Closing eyes
Within the mind
There are several doors
Doors that stay shut
Doors that stay cracked
Doors that are concealed
From the world
Inside one
Is a little boy
Terrified
Of monsters
Fearful
Of hands that curl
He can run
From room to room
Asking for help
But his voice is low
The others don’t hear
Until he starts to beg
His begging
Can get tumultuous
His pleading
Can get impetuous
That’s when chaos ensues
For he slams the doors
And pounds on the walls
Until the others come to
They are too late
He can’t be soothed
Destruction follows
Room to room
Everyone scatters
Everyone hides
From the little boy
With the wild eyes


