My Dying Superman

This poem was written based of a nightmare that I had. I wrote this poem in a matter of minutes of waking up.

They call me Superman

There's nothing amazing about this man

He does super things

That everyone can see

But they don't know

Because it doesn't show

The pain inside

I will die tonight

I am not super

I am not man

I wore a cape

I wore a mask

Blood in my eyes

Falling from the skies

It was not meant to be

A mortal man is all I see

A fatal mistake I did make

To impersonate an icon is my fate

I am Superman

I do super things

I am a mortal man

I die a mortal death

Author's Note

This poem was written years ago, but until I can find the original, the date/time is unknown at this time.