I have failed you.

I have dropped everything because of faulty hands.

I cry tears of frustrations while stepping out of the armour.

The tears flow down the cheeks,

allowing the heart to sing the song of hope.


I have failed you.

I didn't mature the seeds of our dreams.

I step out of the armour.

I hang the cape and mask.


I crack the icon.


I stomp the thought of being good.

For now, I recollect the self.

Leaving the Hero's Icon on the alter.

Where the sun dances on the shattered hope.


In time, all will be right as something.

I will enjoy the weeping tears

from the gloomy clouds for now.

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