there are victims and villains
there are anti-heroes and bystanders
there are tragedies and death
there are followers and commanders
but there are no heroes.
why is that?
every day is a cry for help
every day is bad luck
every day dawns new pain
every day is moonstruck
but there are no saviors.
why is that?
the blood of a hero is thin.
it's rare and near dead.
not many have the hero's blood.
it is merely a memory in one's head.
is there anyone with the hero's blood?
anyone at all?
the world needs a new savior
before it meets its downfall.
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Life's Memorabilia
PoetryIn haste to make light , one must first conquer darkness A battle between white and black But no one ever seems to mention the murky gray mixtures in between As the quietness of silence covers my ears, I plead to heed my words For there is just so...
