Fable | Poetry

A Hero’s End

a problem persisted, a battle won you lay for a breather, another was struck a blow perhaps, of which you did not expect it severs your peace, causing unrest — duress, stress that reeks of foul

you wanted to breathe and here you now struggle could you just catch a break, can you receive a reward perhaps for all the effort you once had done, could you be really cut some slack it hurt, it hurts — you whisper to your self — the ego is silent,

the people have left, as you lay there bleeding to live aching to hold on to life, you reach the hope that’s hidden deep within your misery, you screech patching yourself up, you breathe deeply to meet

you can’t die now, not yet — you need to live now, can’t rest its futile, but you don’t care — fear cripples you, but you don’t give a shit it’s over now for you, the self speaks alas — you close your eyes and scream trying hard to stand up, you want to live — a need perhaps as you crawl

straggling here and there, as your guts touch your feet you never thought it would come to this — you switch it off you don’t care anymore — be it fear, death or the ones who betrayed as you walk towards the morning dawn, never looking back — you fall to the floor finally laid to a peaceful release, in the arms of the warmth’s embrace, rest in peace

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