By Casey L. Covel
Heroes don’t get sick
Icons don’t need pills
Warriors don’t have cricks
Saviors don’t get chills
Iron on my tongue
Needles in my skin
Asphalt in my lungs
Anguish in my grin
Fading like a spark
Every breath a bid
Cringing in the dark
Smiling at the kids
Flesh in civil war
Antiseptic haze
Trading blows that roar
In EKG frays
Vict’ry in a flash
World, stand in awe!
Marvel while it lasts—
Pain’s great coup de grace
In a final flex
Heart like shrapneled brick
Pointing—”your turn next”
Heroes don’t get sick
Category: Poetry, SNHU Creative Writing, SNHU online creative writing