Hero to Zero - A Sprout Poem

With a cluster of coddling and egotistic incompetence,
Are the acts of a cult leader any coincidence?
I tried so hard to be a blind hero,
Now there's destruction, and I'm back to zero.

Emerging from the dust of chaos's aftermath,
Dismissed and exiled, now where is the right path?
Three tribes hug together as warmly besties,
As I'm drowning in the waters of my own insecurities.

The rising feels are up to my neck,
As my lips expel a final vent and beck.
Hoping they hear my call,
Ringing out, before an inevitable fall.

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A quickie inspired by Imalou's art.