The little boy stood there,
In red and blue,
With black linings all around
His spidey suit.
Adorable,
But on his face, fatigue.
His innocence
Stained by others' critique.
Who knew
Of the mask which covered his face
Of the costume he put on,
To seem like an ace?
A true superhero, though
Not merely dressed up as one
He brought smiles to many little faces,
And, well, money home, hon.
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth.
Poetry"But again, I'm warning you, All I am is a pathetic little beast. I'm scarred inside very deep, Scarred because of words for eternity. If you have the courage to take a peek, Then come and join the fraterni...
