A Lost Hero
Twenty-four hours in this dark room
Skin paler than my imagination fume
Eyes darker than a black charm when it blooms
Smelling ghostly it’s just my new perfume
Same clothes, they can be my new costume
The costume of a hero that could never exist
Since it was hold prisoner in my head
The two can’t coexist
The thoughts in my head are making the threat
Freedom he’s asking
Let me live the dream, why are you holding me back?
if I don’t get out we shall both crack
the inner self decided to make the attack
let’s kill the hero, let him sink in the black
free him or we shall stay forever in this hole
I am sophisticating just have mercy on my soul
Both bleeding from the inner war
Then time went by and the hero aged
Then disappeared like it never existed
And an empty soul was left behind
A body with a depressed state of mind
The Death of Chatterton by Henry Wallis 1856
Info on the painting and why I chose it with my poem: The subject of the painting was the 17-year-old English early Romantic poet Thomas Chatterton, shown dead after he had poisoned himself with arsenic in 1770. Chatterton was considered a Romantic hero for many young and struggling artists in Wallis’s day.
Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Death_of_Chatterton
By Ihsane Fakhir
