Your Superman

I saw you lost
In the Whirl wind
Of finding Him
You have been tossed
Like football
By players outside the pitch
So like a dedicated fan
I wore an ‘S’
On my Chest
Being ready to be that Superman
To fight the raving wind
To take any extra risk
Just to give you what you need
You deserve ‘Him’
Me!

by Bernard Otumun

Comments (3)

my prison is self made.. my life noose is divine power is with me free is who think freedom not who jail break.............
such a sad poem.....and so very captivating right from the very first line....super! !
oh, that is sad: ( liked the first line a lot