He was born in a world of
Broken glasses,
Burnt cigarettes,
Frozen smiles,
Gray ashes.
He grew up in a world knowing that
He didn't matter,
Wasn't needed,
Couldn't be special,
An obvious accident.
He dropped out of a school where
Violence is contagious,
Alliance forbidden,
Lockers front row seats of gang fights,
Blood stains still dripping from the wall.
He broke up with a girl because
It wasn't his fault.
She never taught him,
The feeling of love.
Ever.
And he died in a mass of
Tangled thoughts,
Frayed emotion,
Disappointment.
Because Superman Can't fly.
Because he died too young,
Too fragile,
Too gray,
Too blind.
In a world where
Hope distinguished,
Love forgotten,
Tears ran dry,
And
Fallen angels
Couldn't fly.
"Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed, and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart."
~William C. Hannan
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Superman Can't Fly
PoetryA collision of sadness, pain, desire and so much more. There are lots of impossible things that we believed to be possible such as mending a broken heart, forgetting a traumatic past and reliving the most joyous moments. Sometimes, it seems like the...
