The Worried Hero

by Beth Matney - Not entered

His face is hidden by shadows of the night,
His wings are torn by the days of flight,
His cold green eyes look down to the floor,
His instincts keep telling him to do more.
But he is too afraid.
He sees faces with eyes glaring at him from walls,
But he stays unphased by their endless, desperate calls
For he is the worried hero.
Shamed by all the people he could have saved,
By all the ways his victims behaved.
An endless void becomes his mind,
Trapping him, it wants him confined.
For the void is his once unnoticed shame,
But now has come to take its claim.
What to do now but swallow his pride.
While the enclosing walls force him to hide.
The world needs more heroes.

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1999-05-07 14:32:43
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:41:05
Poem ID: 52414

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