Poems
For
The
Batman
21
Vincent Armone
Like the dark knight my soul toils
Flinch at the site of evil
And shutter at images of self
My scars like his are bountiful
Yet mine are not invisible
I were them
On my chest, my legs, and face
I wish I had a black suit to hide in
But my life is not fiction
And the only way for me to close my book
Is to die, and even then my pages will remain with others
In a lot of ways I am a like him
A dark knight, forced into the cover of darkness
By forces we could not control
His parents were murdered
My parents were absent
He was raised by a wonderful man
I was raised by the streets
He got his fortune
I had nothing but misfortune
He has had his back broken
I my heart attack
He betrayed
Me betrayed by my brain
He rebounds
I retire at 40
So I feel the connection
To a man alive only on the pages of a magazine
Life is funny
Just wish it did not always punch me in the mouth
He can take it
It makes me cry alone
He is Bruce Wayne/Batman
I am Vincent Armone