Ballad Of The Martyr Poem by Andrew Eason

There he goes
To a place she knows
Where I will never follow;
A path so deep
A world of consequences he reaps
A life of eternal sorrow;
The life he walks
While she sits and gawks
Is one she’ll never know
The pain in his heart
Ever since the very start
Is something he tries not to show.
The ignorance he sees
A horrifyingly endless tease
Allows the agony to flow
Suffering she sees
And instantly flees;
The seeds of misery she sows
The tears he cries
Behind blue eyes
Will never be known.