A Super Man

The rise and fall of a broken soul; the pressure was too much to bear The letter S was too brave to wear. He was a symbol, a pure form of admiration. Yet his life was not his own; full grown; denied the freedom of one’s true life journey He could never fathom an opportunity of free will for he lived to will free others who hide in his silhouette The darkest shadow brought an abundance of light to the needy. And greedy. An unadorned model of self-less love dug him an early grave being a slave to aiding. Although help was never offered to a man that had a sense of direction. Every step forward followed echoing steps behind. His feet became a carrier. The load was heavy Regret was constant. Where was kryptonite when he needed it?