Mediocre Poem by Benson Don

He said proudly,
"ain't you and
you ain't me"
Building a shelter
Over his frailty.

Oh mediocre,
Only your ruin will tell you
How much your foibles
deserve your covering.

Weaknesses births greatness
That glows only six feet beneath.
It's aspiration worthy,
Isn't it?

Conquering becomes illusion
When you are a prisoner
To your untamed faults.
Champions aren't mediocre
But those who conquer
Despite their limitations.