Author's note: Please be gentle, I admit to being an absolutely @$!@ of a poet.
Tick tock
Tick, tock, tick, tock
The clock ticking in my room
Ticking in my head.
Time ticking by,
Not fast enough.
It is still night time.
It is still dark.
Still the memories haunt me.
The memory of my mother,
Crying over the loss of my father.
The memory of my sensi,
Telling me of the time when
Peace rained on earth.
Telling me that I had
To become strong.
Strong I am now.
Earth is in peace now.
Alone I am also.
Happy I am not.
My life is empty.
My soul is hollow.
I don't know why I live,
I don't know why
I fought so hard to live.
Tick, tock, tick, tock
The clock ticking in my room
Ticking in my head.
I count the ticking
Waiting for the sun to rise
Hoping it will be bright enough
To drive away the gloom from my life
For what is the point of being the leagendary warrior of gold?
If the gold flecked light shead by my aura is lost on myself
-Waking thoughts of Mirai Trunks deep into the night