You think my life is amazing,
It’s a line you have never crossed.
You say I’m on top of the world,
But you don’t know what I have lost!

Behind me lay scores of bodies,
Many were friends, others foes.
I see their faces when I sleep,
All victims of the paths I chose.

Fate has given me great power,
And great responsibility.
But that is sometimes not enough,
When faced with such hostility.

I’ve risked my life so many times,
And lost more than I could afford.
Still I fight for truth and justice,
Though violence is my reward.

The battle is never ending,
And my loved ones have paid the price.
I must live in isolation,
For them, I make this sacrifice.

I pray it will soon be over,
And I shall be free from this task.
Then I can be a man again,
And throw away the hero’s mask.

Note-Nothing against heroes, I'm terribly grateful for them...just another thought is all.

Sara Stowell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hero-s-mask/