I stand for those afflicted
who’s life has been on hold
by the ones who proclaim to love
Though their story is seldom told.
Hands that once were loving
Now have turned to steele…
As the strain upon the broken flesh
So shall this scene reveal.
They stand outside a fire
that is brightly fueled with rage
clinging to a strength inside
as they take their final gaze.
Today is for the living
for those with new desire
As they unleash that final burden
When their soul consumes the fire.
Antony King © 2018