No One Cares About Superman
I’ve saved the day…so many.
With a cape that’s now tattered and torn.
Bullets are starting to pierce me,
with an ego that’s badly worn.
I do not wear any more disguises,
for there’s no glory I ever sought to claim.
People still pass on by me,
and take no notice of this hero’s pain.
Go on and send up your beacon,
these wounds are barely healed.
From the kryptonite of being forgotten,
a power that strongly wields.
No one cares about Superman,
does he hurt, bleed, or even cry?
Only, until one day needs saving,
and he no longer wants to fly.
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This is so beautiful and encapsulates so much pain! Great piece, Ash!
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Thank you so much. I’m “super” glad you like it. 🙂
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I love it, Ash! And I left a comment to your previous poem too. I guess WP ate it 🙂
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Oh really? Yeah, that’s strange I didn’t see. Thank you anyway as always.
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You are welcome. I am going to have a talk with WP.
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Heartbreaking.
You clearly have that sort of experience. Hopefully one day a different superhero will come by and lift you up.
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Awe thanks, Goldie. I always feel better with a comment from you. Have a wonderful day.
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You as well!
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