A Rusting Heart

Forever he stands still, strong and silent
But he was once weak, withering and a victim of violence.
Youth without childhood, suffering poured into a bronze cast.
Metal fragments form frozen flashbacks.
Reaching for hope, anchored by anguish.
Today 85, forever relict of misery.
He creates to mend broken memories,
Reminding the world of horrific treacheries.
A disfigured face of metal and emotion.

Forever he stands silent, still and strong.
Sleepless nights and corrupted thoughts, what drives to him carry on?
Inspired by hatred, he creates hope and reconciliation,
Desperate for rehabilitation.
A gallery lets him stand tall, an opportunity to express history to all.
Through his art, he can mend a rusting heart.