"I do declare, I'm a wondrous sight.
No man here can defeat my might.
Their failure before me, a babe's cry.
No you one as glorious as I?"
There it is, his speech for the crowd.
There he seemed so tall and proud.
There they saw arrogance ensue.
There they believed it was all true.
But late at night, with no one around,
Tears stained his face, but no sound.
In the dark, the truth could be heard,
As he spoke each hateful word.
He truly hated who he'd become,
So he drowned it in a bottle of rum.
Soon he'd slip and blood would run.
What light left in his eyes was done.
They'd cheer in their guiltless way,
Not one with the courage to say,
"We shouldn't've blamed him for our mistake,
Stop your cheering, for God's sake!"
But he was gone, a villain defeated,
And somehow the crowd felt cheated.
They saw themselves and felt guilt.
Hearts heavy, shoulders would wilt.
Soon enough they found the new one.
With evil, they could have some fun.
With a devil, they weren't to blame.
With a villain, they need no shame.
YOU ARE READING
Almost a poet
PoesíaI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
