Friday, April 12, 2013

Drabbling Poetry

And through the closing hours, our hero holds true
steadfast in his desire to stay alive
but in this course corruption lingers and claims
and twists the man into something but
though no longer pure, his heart beats as if
it were real and alive like the person
of his dreams he sees to be.

And through it all the world must ask
why he has yet to give up
for to do so would commit nothing -
naught guilt, not shame, but an easy life
one where suffering seems nil and void
but the hero chooses to take the bullet
and prove himself worthy of a title once owned.

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