I watched “Frontline” on PBS tonight. The story was about Adam Lanza, the murderer, who after killing his mother, proceeded to shoot and kill 20 children and 6 adults at the Sandy Hook School.
After watching the show these words came to my mind and I had to write them down.
This poem is called “Behind These Eyes” because I was trying to understand what he could have been thinking to commit such a heinous act on innocence.
How could no one have seen him coming. I’m not judging! Just grasping at straws. Poetry is my only medium for explanation.
Warning: This is heavy!
Behind These Eyes
Behind the eyes of me
You think you see what I see
Conflict, rage and grief
They see me sitting quietly
Speaking in whispers
Tormenting my inability
To just be
Leave me now
I sit alone
Always alone
You think I am at peace
But silence is deceitful
Behind these eyes
Brewing…..
I wait
Throw your pebble at me
My hatred is the ripple
Growing
Inward the noise is deafening
Appearing to submit
I wait
Behind these eyes I design my plan
You will see what I see
I wait
A fleeting attempt at contact
Mother,
In vain, wordlessly
pleading for absolution
No response equals indignity
Left alone
I wait
Contributing to my intolerance of you
Who thinks she sees what I see
I wait
Reflections in a monitor
At will I am the architect
I am the enforcer
of all that you’ve feared
I am…….ignored
I wait
This is who you know me to be
Creating my legacy of who I am
And who I will be remembered to be
A monster
I wait
You should see me now
Revelations will come to pass
As everyone will see me
All will see what I’ve seen
behind these eyes for too long
I despair
Finally all will see
You should have seen me.
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