Dusk - Hero

Jacqueline Butterfingers inspired me with his "is poetry dead?" post. I thought I'd comment with a poem.

The people have lost their will to live,

But they say they can make it out of their dark hole,

If only they had a hero.

All day they pray in the burning sun,

To a god who seems not to listen.

But the sun is setting, they need to go home, 

The dark is growing darker, the sky is growing black.

One man steps in front of the rest, in his eyes determination, fire and ice. 

He exclaims, "I'll be a hero!"
The man looks around coolly,

No one cheers, no one jeers,

Their stance is icy cold,

They don't move.

The man steps back into the crowd,

His fire is extinguished,

Only the ice remains in the his gaze,

Just like the rest of 'em.

Reviews

[ShelWars]

Wow. This poem shows the ability and skill of an amazing writer. Well done. I hope you are well known one day.