Gary Jones Poet Free verse

The Martyr

She always greets with a quick smile
Sparkling eyes assure her concern
A soft handshake for human touch

Turning away, the smile then fades
Her eyes grow dim and without life
The soft human touch recedes, stone

For deep inside her broken heart
Remains a self inflicted wound
From long ago, when life began

No matter how grand her fortune
Nothing will erase the awful past
Never accepting happiness

She’ll always remain the martyr

© Copyrights G. Jones 2008

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Janetta Harrington October 12, 2008 at 7:58 AM I am trying to get this right to say; i have met several martyr several times in my career. the poem just nails it and in unmistakable wording. definitely a 7. i have met one person that was actually mean, but covered this martyr personna. thankfully i must have met her at a time when she was off or felt i was no threat. in the last 15 years i saw her breakdown other peers, doctors or whomever.....and she was not even the boss. yes, i know her and i don't trust anyone perfect.