The moment of clarity
Of a son's disappointment
When superman becomes just a man
Nothing so grand as a tall tale
Never the eloquence of a myth
Just hidden truth
The bones of promise fade to dust
Skin and flesh tumble
As if a dedicated limerick to Icarus
The faith I thought granite
Scattered into the wind
Like the poet's words
A criminal misconception of what should be
Fatal ignorance of what was
Setting sun seen through a veil
Disguising the herald to day's end
For the promise of a new day
Just add these to the pile
Of things a son should never say to a father
Forgotten memories best underfoot
Though they have long taken root
Flowering pretty 'neath the detritus
3/21/13
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Typed Word Series
PoesiaWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
