Prompt Master Poems

Batman

I’m writing about the silent things,
dust on a windowsill,
the pause before a sentence remembers itself,
the way a room holds its breath when no one is inside it.

I mean to stay gentle.
I mean to stay human.
But in the margin of my thought appears
Batman.

I ignore it.
I go on describing coffee cooling,
a clock clicking like its counting excuses,
the soft guilt of unfinished plans.

Still,
Batman
leans again,st the line break.
This poem isn’t about masks, I insist.
It’s about routine.
About how we wake, work, repeat,
how we carry our private bruises quietly.

Yet there it is again,
Batman,
between “responsibility” and “tomorrow,”
wearing no explanation.

I try memory.
I try childhood:
cheap pajamas, a plastic cowl,
believing justice had a shape.
The word returns, heavier now.
Batman.

as a habit of endurance.
As someone who keeps going
without permission to quit.

Because this poem is about showing up,
night after night,
doing what must be done
without applause.

And when you finally ask
who keeps stepping into the dark
with nothing but stubborn hope,
the answer has been there all along:
Batman.
 

Task Prompt: Write a poem in which a single word keeps showing up unexpectedly.
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