'Poetry Is The Sure-Fire Way To The Soul'
Uryuu sighed. He was supposed to write a poem of his true feelings that would express his inner soul about what family meant to him.
He had already written seven poems; but none had been just right.
Annoyed, he threw the paper into the garbage can.
There was the sound of glass breaking, and Uryuu turned around; startled.
Sighing to go clean it up, he saw it was a photo of his grandfather, mother and father, with himself sitting in the only female's lap, who was sitting in a chair with Ryuuken and Soken on either of her sides.
Sighing, he set the broken picture on his desk and started writing.
'Mama, you were always so kind
You never got mad, you never got blue
You died with a smile, that is true
Looking back at old pictures of you
That doesn't stop me from Missing you
'Grandpa, I always respected you,
You taught me right from wrong
A true fan of the blues
Looking back at old pictures of you
I miss the days I had with you
'Father, Ryuken, Whoever you are
I can't help but feel
You weren't even around
But Looking back at old Photos of you
I must say I do miss the old you
'You are my family
You are my clan
I must say
I'm sorry
I never trully new you
Ryuuken walked into his home to see Uryuu asleep at his disk, mouth part and glasses sideways. Sighing, he put his jacket over the slumbering teen, before he walked off to his own room, pausing at the door.
'When you were Little
You were so full of life
You enjoyed life to the fullest
And tried to always have fun
'Looking at you now
I see you've changed so much
You're soul has slowly lost its light
You see no life at all
And you have no time for joy
'In the end, I failed to protect you,
Though you never see
I trully want the best for you
For your light to be seen
'So enjoy the time you have
Foolish son of mine
For wall you may never have seen me
I've always been by your side