The Hero - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Relationship breakdown - Photo by Eric Ward

I remember your pain when your lover left
and your when another came to stay.

He was famous, a hero and a legend
with a crown of laurels on his head.
He filled your world with brave dreams
and dazzled you with his light.

A giant who towered above the rest.
I get it now; I couldn't ever have competed
with such a hero for I was just a mortal man.

You were blinded by his brilliant light.
All your past and present sorrows were gone,
soothed away by a slight movement of his hand.

But soon, he too began to lose his crown.
As he held you in his arms and sighed,
you could not see that far and distant look
that was rising so fast in his weary eyes.