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POEM: Ballad of a Hero

Ballad of a Hero
By Chama Kay
The clink
of empty bottles
and the stench

from bowls
on the floor from
the weekend before
You’ve been uncomfortable
three feet deep
in month old sheets
wreaking of defeat
halfway between
feeling too much
and being downright
still frightened
that if you wake up
she’ll be
over you
So sure
they won’t struggle 
get over
an unkempt dome
is a sharp mind
losing focus
of its working
unsure of its design
You tried
to turn off the lights
but it proved in vain
unsure if that’s success
or just
prolonged pain
And yet
every once in a while
he will traverse
through his jungle
where nightmares are made of
Baptise himself
in a routine
daily to most
to him
it is a most spiritual thing
On these days
these rare special days
when he dares
sit the tests
of the masses
regardless of if he passes
When he steps out the door
to walk with
the ordinary people
I look with pride
for his every step
is the stride
of a hero

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