Superman Killed Himself

No one is immortal

Even Superman can die

He might take a lot of blows

But someday will come his time

* * *

No one is invincible

Even Superman has his Kryptonite

He must hide it from the world

Lest others take advantage

* * *

No one is emotionless

(except for psychopaths)

Even Superman can cry

If he were to lose Lois

* * *

But how can any of us navigate

This whirlwind of emotions and loss?

Even the Man of Steel shot himself—

Or did someone raise the gun to his head?

* * *

We all have a choice

To stand still or to walk forward

To remain mild-mannered Clark Kent

Or to be our own superheroes

* * *

So lower the gun

And hide away the Kryptonite

For we are all Men of Steel tonight

We are all the Last Children of Krypton

And we will make it through the fight

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Author’s Note: I’m fine, in case this poem had anyone worried. I was just inspired to write it by the mysteries surrounding the death of George Reeves, the first person to play Superman on TV. For more information on this, follow the link below.