Weary Cape

His bright red cape had lost its luster.

His deep blue costume was faded and grey.

He no longer flew with the same speed, the same gusto.

Instead, it was as if he was dragging himself through a vat of slop.

He saved people that day, of course.

He steered the meteor away from the planet.

He sent the mugger away to prison.

He helped a little boy find his mother.

Yet he was weary. 

 

His apartment was lonely.

There was no one left to share it with.

She had been long gone.

He sat on the couch and turned the television on.

Another politician had been caught in a scandal.

Everyone thought he would be the one to change that.

Another celebrity broke down and became a complete mess.

Everyone thought she was different than the rest.

Another star athlete found cheating.

Everyone thought he had been honest and sincere.

This made him weary.

 

He hung his cape on the rack.

He lay silently in his empty bed.

When had the world changed?

When did heroes fall from grace so easily- and so willingly?

When did the world become such a wreck?

When did society begin to execute its heroes?

Or is this now a world which has no place for them? 

These thoughts made him weary. 

 

And he prayed he would not be next. 

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