...But not really.
I watch him, He doesn't know.
Twirling mirth, Among His friends.
Sadness displayed, They don't care.
He continues, Tries to save them.
Maybe in a new year, He'll be noticed.
Throw away the moniker, Become like them.
He didn't do this, Not to himself.
Still a cartoon, They drew him.
They don't know, Never noticed.
They use him, So they can be real.
I think He knows, In the deepest soul.
That He's being dissolved, Diminished.
As His friends fall, He falls with them.
The answer is simple, and He can't do it.
At seventeen, It's too late.
To save His friends, Reclaim His name.
If they succeed, When they move on.
He will be left behind, Plain 'ole "Skitzy".
He will walk on, Cutting his own path.
And I will be following, Repeatedly chanting...
...Thou art David. Thou art David.
A contest entry
- When Superheroes Fail by Night Phoenix.
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Hmmm...I'll have to read this a few more times...but I really like it, and may love it as I keep reading! Thanks so much for the entry....glad you made the contest!
faith
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I like the way this was written. Interesting form, to say the least, thanks for the entry and good luck in the contest!
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Great write.
I liked:
"They don't know, Never noticed.
They use him, So they can be real."
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Fascinating! I love the way you rounded it out! Line breaks are interestingly placed, though.
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thats an awsome poem
its pretty honest
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this has a sad feel about it of being forgotten all to easily. great write with lots of emotion in it.
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