This is a poem a wrote a while back, using my love for comic book and the general sadness i felt at the time as muses, i hope it's good and you all like it...here goes;
Searching for Superman
I walk alone in a darkened valley, in search of a hero
truth and justice, would be the words he would say
will he ever come to save the day
the monster that is a child, all he asks is to be alone
the avatar looking for peace for sins to atone
a man with a past, with life moving so fast
memories of a wife, his dear life
i walk the dark corner searching for superman,
will he ever come to show me his plan
will the heroes save my life or will i have to full under the slumber of this knife
a flip of the coin, the world turns from good to bad
it is quite sad, but the search goes on.
Will i ever find Superman to save this world, probably not
he doesn't exist they say except for in the melting pot that is
the mind.
