Lastly

by nebulia

Marius angst. Sort of barricade angst. Takes place during the 1848 revolution. Yes, it IS my bad poetry again. And I think Marius might be OOC...I dunno. Because it's the last day of school and I'm depressed.

Standard Disclaimers apply.

Lastly

1848

I am the last.
The last of them but I wasn't even one.
Not really.
So I have the battle scars
So I have the memories
But I lack the martyrdom.
And I lack tears.

As much as I would like to cry I cannot
And I cannot keep the tears
From burning the backs
of my eyes.
They never leave,
you know.

The world will have nothing to remember them by
When I go
Finally.
Lastly.
But they need remembering
And they need—
I don't know what they need!
I don't know what I need anymore
And I don't know how to help them
I don't think I can help them
(Though if I had that chance I
would take it before I
would take heaven itself)
Not anymore.

And so I sit here
(Needing to cry)
Watching the streets
Torn by Revolutions
Hoping this one
Will be right.