Eyes

My mind is running laps. My body has more self-control as it walks briskly past hundreds of mouths and eyes. Mouths are trembling as their eyes shut in a poor attempt to suppress the horrors they have witnessed. My eyes search theirs as my brain logs the tragedy filled ones into a folder. My feet pound up flights of stairs only pausing as I turn the corner. I'm almost there as I slam into the pair of eyes that haunts me. 

The eyes of a child I have been unable to help in my profession as a school counselor.