Logan's pain

This poem was born from a series of comics I read called the Red Dead Hand starring Marvel Comics Wolverine.  In the series Logan is drugged, shot and repeatedly attacked by a variety of strange and bizarre people only to find out each opponent put up against him that he killed were people deceived to engage him in combat were also his offspring.  His assailants were revealed to have been sent by a group the Red Dead Hand.  Wolverine kills all of those sent against him.  He escapes to a mountain so filled with grief and pain he continually hhurls himself off in an effort to end his own life but his healing factor will not let him die. 

Logan’s pain

Berserker barrage

Adamantium claws

Yellow and brown

Fury and rage

School and X-Men

More animal than man

Not so much a hero

Claws stabbed a gyro

Discovered his spawn

Became foe after foe

Severely deceived

Blood flowed red

Legitimately depressed

Killed his next of kin

The Wolverine is ashamed

Heart is now broken

Seeking penance and repentance

Hurling himself repeatedly

Mountain peak rushes to meet

Snowy ground rushes faster

Than wind and sound

Grief cuts like a coral reef

The mighty mutant

For all his skills

Speed, aggression, strength, healing and claws

None can undo his trail of blood

Emotions undo him like

Water eroding in a flood

Seeking an end to his pain

Off the tall mountain

He hurls

His heart very broken

Ever healing

Unbreakable frame

Time and again nothing eases the pain

For his very own children

James Howlett Logan has slain

Wolverine can’t cope with this pain.