He was once a champion of the people,seen by many as a beacon of hope. There to guide the way to a brighter tomorrow. Unfortunately, that was a long time ago. Superman is no more than a broken relic of the past.
Deep inside the fortress of solitude he lingers on in self imposed exile. A mere shadow of a man, haunted by images of that once glorious city of Metropolis, as it falls into ruin, are forever etched into his mind's eye. Buildings that once reached out towards the heavens crumble to dust. Glass and debris fill the street. The gleeful rhythms and beats of street musicians are replaced with the cries and fearful screams of it's citizens, as they gaze helplessly into the abyss. Their sad disenchanted faces, reassure him that condemnation is deserved. Most painful of all is the look Lois gives him. Her tear soaked face, hung low in grief and shame, wounds him to his very soul. Often has Clark considered leaving this world and it's many sorrows behind. Perhaps build a new home on some distant planet in an unknown galaxy. A place where neither the names Superman nor Clark Kent are known .
Yet, why should he be given another chance while others are left behind to suffer the consequences of his failures? It is that lingering question that keeps Clark rooted firmly to the Earth. He chooses to live out his torture existence on Earth, but still, he keeps an eye on the horizon waiting for the day when Earth once again has need of a Superman; and redemption shall be his.