Another sad ending to the same old story
where real heroes go unrecognized.
Who, having weathered the stormborn futility
of pulling away from the kiss of affluence,
are diminished to obscurity without fanfare,
forgotten in a stick figured world.
So, everyman is too often lured into the selfishness
of convenience and plenty, however obtained.
Confused by the brisk winds of materialism
innovation is let in then left out, quickly dismissed.
Original thinking extinguished by ambition,
not quite lost but nonetheless not really found .
Tendrils of everyday temptation wave ominously
in the poor lighting of everyday humdrum events.
Inadequate glow of pretend stars and paper moons
make it easy for sincerity to go unnoticed,
while beaten dogs of conscience go hungry
when substance is ethereal and enigmatic.
Survivors of faded integrity huddle
under weather worn antennas, uselessly,
listening for an integrity that has gone mute
in tattered cape like unreal hooded ponchos
while the cold rain of endemic greed wets indiscriminately,
real heroes grimly wait for salvation.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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Comments5
A dark but unfortunately all to realistic view of life the way it is. It speaks to the cynic and the realist. Nicely done
A truly sad state of affairs🙏🏻🕊️
Well written, your poem revolves around the notion that true heroes often go unrecognized and uncelebrated in a society that values materialism and superficial success. The subject matter explores the conflict between authentic integrity and the allure of convenience and affluence, highlighting how genuine acts of heroism are overshadowed by societal norms that prioritize ambition and material wealth over moral substance.
Dan, this is a bleak but necessary reckoning. You trace how materialism erodes recognition, leaving true heroism stranded without language or rescue. By the end, the waiting itself becomes the indictment. Strong, unflinching work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
There’s a solemn, reflective weight to this piece. The imagery of fading integrity really sticks.
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