Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

Something Else I Wrote

Unwritten:
Unceremonious Heroism In A Shaming Society

For every origin story,
fiction or real,
what’s truly worth knowing depends
on the outcome.

How do you feel about a hero
constantly defeated, while
the victories regaled, doused
with little to no glory?

A worn faced rubbed smooth
of any expression
does not shine, with furled cape
inches from the ground that
could be bound for a blue sky.

He walks among us,
secretly wants to be known
and unknown,
by how unceremonious
this all feels.

No letter to emblazon
a broad chest, he resides
among those that feed egos for gain,
those who shame egos
for feeling vane.

As we all struggle for some worth,
or acceptance,
it eventually feels unnatural
to revel in what little adulation.

To the victor: spoils.
To the hero:
unwritten.


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I’m not really raging against the machine...maybe, all who manipulate for gain?