Of what was, of what came
I was too small to carry a hoe,
yet hardly six, he came and placed a
sword in my tiny hands.
Too innocent to
understand more of the world
still he came, rushing me to battle.
Too naïve to join in their plans
and schemes, shaping the world.
but not so much that I couldn't spill blood.
Then it all changed.
I became too cold to feel
with the red clouding my senses
the metallic scent fueling my lust.
Too strong to realize
Too blind to see
Too arrogant in thought
to see the weakness in me.
the seasons bled white into my vision
her groan and smile fleeing my presence.
Until finally,
I became too sinful
carrying the mistake everywhere I wander.
and still they smile, seemingly forgetting who I was before.
I became too tired
wanting to sleep
yet she shines like a narcotic
I can't release.
I became too old
wishing for these eyes to soften with youth
while she comes, pushing me into her
blossoming adulthood with no reserve.
And that's why…
I became too happy.
lost in the world of soap bubbles and
fragile smiles, the swift
movement of her laughter
breaking my violent nightmares
in twain.
So he came, with his guns and
ships and hatred, then with two slashes on
her face, a sword in her heart
…
He took it all away.
A/N: This is a rather strange piece, something I've been working at since the 28th of March. But it was finally completed today in commemoration of my horrible Econs grade. The main line of the poem is towards trekking Kenshin's journey through life up to Rakuninmura, a place that has always fascinated me for the longest time. Do let me know if the title words, because I've changed it at least three times already! Please review and let me know about any displeasure, or not, on this new piece of mine. All critiques are warmly welcomed!
Haruko