The Uncrowned Martyr Poem by Paul Warren

He thought he was a martyr to his cause
And sat back waiting for applause
But no one even took his note
Or stopped for a time to even gloat

So he sat by himself wondering why
Looking for answers staring up at the sky
For he wasted the important moments
And the time that was heaven sent

So now the endless night beckons him
And he wonders did he miss his song to sing
He did not want to be this way
But what is left for him to say.

© Paul Warren Poetry