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Here is what was promised just a little bit ago…

Before you read it, here is the idea… You may remember reading “The Hero” a brief while ago… if you have been reading this site for awhile, anyway ;). If you have not read it, go ahead and read it here.

Now, this next poem is sort of a continuation on this. Now, if you didn’t KNOW that, you probably wouldn’t see, it, because, well, it is written in an entirely different style and from an entirely different perspective.

Anyway, my idea for the next several things I will be writing is that they will all be connected… sometimes tightly connected, sometimes more loosely connected.

Is this poem written from the perspective of THE hero? Well, who am I to say? You will have to draw your own conclusion. Certainly it is from one who is like the hero… one who identifies with him.

Let me know what you think.

Untitled as of yet:

“Broken, Fallen on the ground
Betrayed by my own desires
Looking up into your eyes I’ve found
The burning warmth of those olden fires

A failure here, these last years.
Only excercises in futility.
Yet I sense a purpose here
But yet also an impossibility

What is it that your eyes see?
Your vision blurred by tears
I long to see them free
To see the light within so clear

But even so a haze surrounds me
I need a hand to guide me
I thought I could do this on my own
But what little strength I had was overthrown

Broken as I am, how can I hope to heal you?
I cannot leave you here without a hope
I feel your pain, it burns me through
And with these combined my weak heart cannot cope

Perhaps together we will find a way.
If you lean on me, may I lean on you?
But that is too much to hope for today
I pray someday you will see me too.”

Godspeed.