The Sacrifice is Past

poem about sacrifice

Silent man,
staring at a wall
asking questions
dreaming answers
to why.

Lonely heart,
searching for another.
He holds his dream in the palm of his hand.

Sentencing comes,
you cry, saying he is innocent
but you're afraid to believe.

I tell you.
I do but how can you not.

I am blinded by the light
broken in half and in tears.

The body crushed and marred
but the spirit is alive
nevertheless we move on
when the sacrifice is past.