Treasure Island

Genevieve Pilat

(02/1991 / New Jersey, USA)

Christopher Reeve


I flew around as Superman
A comic idol I have become
Praised by ages both the young and old
A celebrity that I now was.

With my outer looks I was physically fit
To do anything that I pleased
What a symbolic idol I appeared
To my fellow American fans.

One day I took a horseback ride
Like any other normal day
When a sudden leap of tragic fate
Led to my horrific state.

And now I am permanently paralyzed
Unable to live my life the same
But every day I dream of those glorious days
Like I was Superman.

Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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RIP Christopher Reeve <3 (1952-2004)

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