
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 is 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
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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