Hi! :D
This thing is been waiting in the 'document manager' section for a looong time because I didn't know if I should have posted it as it was or something... in the end, I'm posting it like this and I hope some of you will be so kind to review ;D
It's a bit strange, this short 'poem' I wrote ^^" and I'm not really sure who's POV it is... I think it fits Naruto, but could be Gaara as well... that's why the story's here.
Ja ne,
Temari 88
Taking Conscience
Opening my eyes, looking round –
The street's dark without pearls of light;
Cold: winter is approaching, fast.
Through my ears, I hear no sound –
No one's walking by;
The place all to myself tonight…
Sighing. Panting. Breathing.
I try to quell this feeling
Lurking somewhere inside.
Beneath a surface through which I
Fail to see –
No matter how hard I try,
I always seem to fail.
At times a shadow shows itself
But soon it fades away again.
Something's trapped in there.
I feel it wishing to be freed
But I can't let that happen.
The city's empty, people have vanished –
Where is everyone?
I see my breath forming white clouds in the air.
Stock and still, I stay here
Waiting for someone to appear –
A ghost, an angel or a devil, I don't care.
At the time goes by,
The feeling inside me grows stronger –
And I fail to see, no matter how many times I try.
Why can't I look at what's beneath that surface?
All my eyes perceive is the night –
Are my eyes really open?
Yes, I see the snow falling now.
It's cold, cold.
Cold and dark, sending shivers through me.
I'm glad the city's void:
All those who lived here always spit in my face.
Someone's got rid of them, I know -
But who? Who did this…?
Chuckling. Breathing. Laughing.
I double over, my stomach aching
As the feeling inside can't be held no more.
Ecstatic and afraid.
Pleased and terrified.
I hear the grating laugh echo in my ears;
Beneath it all, the sound of steps –
My own feet moving,
Halting before a mirror…
Was it here a minute ago?
Did I just not notice it?
The glass takes the form of a person –
A red cloak hugging its frame; face hidden.
The personification of anger… no, rage.
I reach out and touch the person's arm –
My vision blurs and my head spins:
I can see what's under that surface,
I know everything that's happened.
As my sight clears, the figure in red vanishes
But now I feel good.
I turn around and watch over the dark, empty street -
A grin on my lips as satisfaction washes over me.
To think, with a mere flick of my crimson-clothed wrist,
That I could make everyone disappear…