poetry by D.e.e.L
who reads at midnight?
who reads when the night becomes morning?
who reads when the story is ten years old
and all the spoilers were posted online
for the world to see?
who reads for the language?
to see how the author managed millions
who reads for the love of adventure?
who writes for it?
who’s lucky enough not to dream?
not to be burdened by the lust for greatness
reach for the metaphorical stars
dream of being a super hero
a law breaker
a real hero
…a creative made hero
the one with the blazing cape
maybe the thought came at noon
or maybe at midnight
but once it struck
and there stood a hero
pen in hand
with an idea on a wednesday
after a twelve hour shift
to pay for the paper degree
and live in the two-bedroom apartment