Monday, April 28, 2014

LIMITS TO MY POWERS

LIMITS TO MY POWERS

Superman in tights I'm not, nor the caped crusader.
Nor some famous evildoer like Satan or Darth Vader.
I came to earth in this fleshly home,
I was born and I will die alone.
And I have been an outcast passing many lonely hours,
Butting my head hard against the limits to my powers.

I meant to be like Iron Man, to fight and not to yield.
Or mighty Captain America who throws his mighty shield.
But I came to Earth for a time to dwell,
Found my heaven and met my hell.
And I crumbled to the ground like a pair of mighty towers,
Etched across the New York skyline, the limits to my powers.

I am not the boy wonder, I am not the Flash,
Nor am I the daredevil, bringing in the cash.
Nor Tarzan in his skimpy loin cloth swinging through the trees.
I came to earth from a place unknown,
I have my moments and my mysteries.
And I will leave a broken soldier, crippled by this strange disease.
And who will care when I am gone, for I am no hero to anyone.

My mind it fills up to the brim, with calculations deep and grim.
I walk with no umbrella through the drenching April showers,
Drowning in the maelstrom of the limits to my powers.

I am not the famed Green Hornet, nor am I the mighty Thor.
I can save no one, much less myself, from what Fate holds in store.
I am the wrong sex to be Wonder Woman, claiming recompense,
I am only Peter Parker, without the Spider Sense.

Batman in his cave eludes me, I am numb and cannot feel.
I cannot move through the heavens blue nor drive the Batmobile.
I am just a prisoner, condemned to lonely hours,
No skylight in my prison cell, no falling meteor showers.
Behind these bars where there are no stars, the limits to my powers.

-Bruce Potts
Revised Copyright  2014
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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