VILLAIN.By Omrane Khuder.Staggering, tripping, stumbling down the tightrope, hastening to be set free. Yearning to be protected by the Superhero, before the Villain’s revulsion ingests me. Misplacing my footing on the tightrope, hands sweltering as the rope is pulled away. Glancing down at the fire below me, the chuckling Villain has won today. Little did I know, it was He setting me free. Little did I know, the tightrope was me. Omrane Khuder
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In the poem Villain Omrane Khuder talks about a man who is trying to get out of his life. He’s been haunted by the Villain, the villain in his life. The Villain is someone who has bullied him his entire life. He has tried to get over him but it doesn’t work.

This makes him feel like he is not safe anywhere and he can’t escape. The hero in this poem is the one who saved him. He saw the Villain coming down and saved him from falling.

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