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the( Wistfully dead seem generous): Sonnet for Superman Link post

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thewistfullydeadseemgenerous:

Undressing fast, the hour almost has come

For nights beginning chant. I fly to bed

And Super Man has come to freeze my fears

With breath so cool, and eyes so very warm.

His voice so loud, I listen low, with such

Intent, to hear the words he yells for me.

He’s done too fast, and flies away, my fears

Not gone. Oh, please, oh, come to me, return.

But Light has shone, and gone, and leaving dark;

I miss the Man of Steel. So cowered bare,

I learn accepted woe, myself the true

And only Man. I just have nights to thrive.

Reblogged from thewistfullydeadseemgenerous February 21st, 2012 12 notes #prose #poem #poet #sonnet #superman #superhero #poetry #spilled ink