Disclaimer: I do not own the Kite Runner, I just enjoy that beautiful work by Khaled Hosseini and have been greatly inspired.
Note: This was originally an assignment for English class, and I decided to post it because I like how it turned out. It's a free style kind of poem, written that way because I struggle with rhyming (heh) and because it's supposed to simulate the speaker's reflective thoughts. The speaker is intended to be from either Amir, Baba or Sanaubar's points of view in a sort of ode to Hassan, or from Baba's point of view to Amir. Enjoy!
It all started one day long ago,
When the wicked dust swirled and latched
Onto the wind, across my path.
It captured me, confused me, blinded me
So I stumbled and fell, unable to see,
Unable
To do anything right; so I ran.
My blood boiled over, tainted by wicked sin
And my heart pumps harder each time;
It hurts to breathe, it hurts to smile, it hurts to need.
All it would've taken was the truth, from me,
To soothe the grief and the struggles for you.
But there was nothing left in this split soul
Incapable of truth
Blood, split in half.
So I'm sorry for this pain, I'm sorry
For the permanent stain
Of guilt, on you, that is mine to claim,
To own.
Forgive me, let me plead
Or just prick me and let me bleed
For you;
I give this blood to you.
These sins must be atoned for
And I take the blame, now,
When I should've taken it then.
What can I say, how can I pray?
To change, to fix you.
The cycle of sin runs its course
Because of my guilt, so I must carry on
The cycle;
These sins need to be cleaned.
So take it, I will pay.
Take my blood, use it to clean the stain.
The grief stings and the guilt throbs,
But the chief cause is not my blame,
It's my lost chance to redeem,
To plead, to bleed in front of you,
For you.
So take it,
Take my blood. Use it to repair the wound.
I give my blood to you.
The final stage, welcome and free
Tastes almost wonderful to me
I tried to adjust, tried to be
Sacrificial, to the last, for you.
It was always for you, unbeknownst to me.
It's always been in our blood
To search, destroy, mourn, renew
But it came too late for a shared
Revival between me and you.
These little steps, these heartfelt
Attempts
Are edging towards a newer beginning,
Towards a complete cycle.
Now Redemption is the final key
That unlocks most strife and uncertainty.
So now I go in peace, albeit still broken
In my halved soul.
For although they may shine brighter
And feel lighter, now,
Those broken pieces will always remain.
Blood is a powerful thing.
It will give you what you need
Or it will spill from your slit throat.
So continue the cycle,
Because it's in our blood.
And although sin will ravage and grip
Our lives, be vigilant
Be ready to change, to continue the cycle,
To redeem; and Peace will trickle
Softly through the carnage.
So forever and for always
Remember:
I gave this blood
For you.
A/N: So what did you think? Drop me a review and tell me all about it. :D Yeah, it was kind of obscure, but it was easy to write and seemed appropriate from whoever you interpreted the speaker to be.
Oh, and as a disclaimer, "Blood is a powerful thing" is a line from the book.