The Greyed Out Hero
For those about to die,
We salute you.
I once heard him say.
Little did I realise
That I would go that way.
Predators and Weapons
Are my closest friends
Those who should love me -
Every one pretends.
Words and deeds are arrows
Photographs are worse
I sometimes think I’m suffering
From a great big curse
Rumour and compromise
Deadly enemies to me
There seems no way to stop it
No way to be free
I only wish I’d seen this
When I was still young
Then perhaps I would not be
The sad and lonely one.
It seems my only brother
Has spoilt my entire life
When all I really want to be
Is a loving wife
And yes I think I should
Be able to be free
To be myself for no-one
Does it quite like me.
Shining like a beacon
High up in the sky
Some say they are jealous
So maybe that is why.
As my life started
So will it end
That is unless
I find a REAL friend.
Many people will benefit
From all that I have done
But no-one will know my name
The steal has begun.
CHERISH AND NURTURE YOUR HEROS
Copyright © Marilyn Stevens | Year Posted 2015
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