The Wall

I don’t want to see monsters everywhere, 

Every hero I trust wears the same cold stare.

It’s not fair—

The ones who shine, who speak of light,

In the end, they vanish into night.

I believe they see me, standing there,

I believe they care, in whispered air.

But shadows creep behind their smiles,

Beneath the surface, something vile.

I reach for warmth, find only frost,

Each saving grace comes at a cost.

The monsters I fear wear human skin,

And every hero hides their sin.

I close my eyes but still they crawl,

The truth I fear—there are no saints at all.