Sheepish Eyes

Feeling the ground collapse beneath

To where there is no light of day.

A place where suffering will last,

No way to climb back out unscathed.

Skin pulled tight and hair torn out,

Deep marks from one’s own fingertips.

Done to self, while blinded so,

Self-served punishment on a dish.

Please see, just a bit, please open

Your war-torn, sheepish eyes.

And tell me that you understand,

You know the truth, you recognize.