The Martyr
The Martyr
By Kevin Robey
August 23, 2013
She wiggled her toes between the sand
Clenching her fingers into her hands
Paralyzed and confused as she watches on
The flames dancing to this horrible song
His skin is on fire, but his eyes are like stone
Relenting to the grips of the great unknown
His addiction is pain but it’s all just the same
Demons run the course of this runaway train
She wants to scream and throw sand in his face
Bring sense to this man whose mind laid to waste
It’s killing him now, but he is blind to the sound
Of ashes slowing down as they fall to the ground
Soon his heart will stop like a dying flame
It’s in his mind where he assigns the blame
Anger fills his eyes until forgets his own name
Ominous signs foreshadow impending shame
Approaching the horizon he’s walking alone
To put out the fire or stand here like stone
Looking into the girl with the dragon tattoo
He takes a deep breath and reaches for truth
So that’s what he does, puts out the flames
Takes a step forward with a thought to retain
That first kiss and a bond he almost missed
Worth every stride through his inner abyss
Stepping out of the hole and into the light
Waking from the dream with new reasons to fight
She looks at him again and the fire is gone
Together they turn forward and face a new dawn
Copyright © Laura Dee | Year Posted 2013
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