May 5: Hamartia - A fatal flaw leading to the downfall of a tragic hero or heroine

I have loved everyone.                                                              I did.

They have loved me.                                                                 Did they?

 

I have given everything.

They have given everything.                                            Or so I thought

 

The curtains rose

And the truth triumphed.

The truth was on my side,

But the consequences were not.

 

The truth has always won.

But now it’s too late.

 

I have loved everyone.

They have loved me.

But it was not love

It was exploitation,

For them, it was opportunity.

 

It was not a formidable enemy from without

who defeated me.

It was my own head

It was my own ignorance

It was my own heart

who failed to see the true enemy

It was my own love

That brought me to this pit

My enemies laugh

My enemies celebrate

 

I was no longer a hero

no longer a champion

I became a hero without a heart

 

There is no such thing a hero without a heart

Only someone

whose heart was ripped out of their chest

the light, extinguished

 

An ocean of rage,

Anger, hurt

They thrive

Inside my veins

 

While the drops of love

Mercy, forgiveness

They drown

They have left me.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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