WRONG CUPS

Single handledly defeating the monsters
He threw his shame and wore his pride
For a newbie, his light was too bright
'The hero' was tattooed on his head
As a boy, he never saw this coming
But to a man he became, his pride grew too
Is a man without ego, not a man?

Praises followed him around town
His walk changed so did his smile
Put him on the front line
And you know you won the war already
All those traumas from childhood
Forgotten behind the blurry glory
Nothing could defeat him now

Gone was the soft tender guy
Shinning with glory the new rich
Friends and family the new drawback
Forgotten behind the curtain of ambition
Desires grew and new habits learned
It was clear he was in for anything amiss
He wanted to prove he could contravene the law enforcers

Even the glory decided to wear a new shirt
He became a broken record
Drove out to fix the long lost quest
Drunk from the wrong cups
And got dumped in the pit of regrets
If only that fame could take you to heaven
Then we would all be stars

By Ariane Dushime