The Antihero
Brass knuckles type of brave
no promises but pure of heart;
No reason to care, the antihero;
Shadows blanket the antihero,
runs alone forced to be brave;
Ice in their veins, reckless heart;
Conflict tugs at the heart,
the dichotomy of the antihero;
Nothing to lose, not really brave;
The brave heart of the antihero.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2021
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