When he was young
All he wanted
Was to be
A hero.
When he grew
He still wanted
To be
A hero.
He soon found out
What it's like
To be
A hero.
He fought battles
With swords and
Weapons and was
A hero.
But little did he know
The swords and weapons
Are used against himself-
A hero.
He didn't know that
It was tearing him apart
Being
A hero.
So when he wanted to
Learn how to fly
No one stopped him
A hero.
And that's what becomes
Of boys that thought
They were
Heroes.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020
