Well, I'm just posting like crazy aren't I?
This is my first attempt at the poem I had to do for school. Then I realized it failed. And decided to post it on Fanfiction. I mean, it's not like I actually know you people. So yea. Feel free to flame
Pain, everywhere.
It follows you.
It has ever since you were selected.
Chosen.
Condemned.
Although you didn't know that at first.
You thought you were lucky,
You thought you were special,
To have this honor,
The biggest honor of all.
How wrong you were.
If you had known, you might have done something differently.
You could have applied for an appeal process.
Although, that wouldn't have gotten you very far.
You laugh bitterly at the thought.
Maybe if you had known the pain and suffering, you would have even applied for release.
But that thought brings more unpleasant memories.
Memories that weren't passed on from someone else.
Memories of your daughter plunging the needle into her own arm.
Of her thrashing.
Falling still.
Silent.
Lifeless.
Not that you would know.
You turned away,
Unable to watch.
Rosemary couldn't handle the memories.
You hope and hope that the new Receiver can.
He can, and your wishes weren't for nothing.
You think of a plan.
To change things.
It will work, it will work.
But then he never shows up.
He disappears, along with the newchild.
You know he left, but you don't know why.
You have a feeling he said goodbye.
But you aren't sure.
It's beyond you.
You wonder, as you comfort the citizens from the memories, if you actually would have done something differently.
If you had known.
You sigh and look down at the pathetic citizens, too deep in the horrible memories to even notice the good ones.
The happy ones.
The peace.
The thrill.
The love.
No worlds are perfect, and the one before yours had its ups and downs.
But as you are reminded of the memories that got you through your own training, you know you wouldn't have changed anything.
That although everything good comes with a price,
It's worth it.