Author's Note: This is just a poem that goes with the fic I'm writing, it's starting out with Jason's POV and goes on from there. I don't own Power Rangers, never have, never will, wish I did, but I don't, I'm just playing with them like I do with all the stuff I'm into. Don't sue me! Author cowers in a dark corner and seems to blend into the black wall paper
It's so funny...Life just seems to pass you by,
And by the time you realize it,
It's gone...I didn't see it coming...
One phone call from my best friend,
And I was on my journey back home...
Or was I?Most of the gang from high school was there...
Kim and Trini were gone,
Tommy...
He was still in business as the black Dino Thunder ranger...
Something I could never hope to be...
Not now...Trey was there...
All their faces were grim...
Trey was on the verge of crying...
My self control was dying...Justin...
He's a cop in a small town now...
He said he had bad news...'She was dead when she was found, there's nothing they could do.'Tommy was trying to help,
He was just as upset as the rest of us...It's so funny how a few little miniscule words...
Can affect us in such ways...
From the first words a little baby utters,
To the last words before death,I didn't ask for her to die...
I still care...
I never wanted to leave...
Lord, why must you torture me?'Jase, don't go insane just yet, there's something we need to tell you.'
'She has kids... your kids, Jase.'My kids...
Where are they?
Who's taking care of them?
You said she'd been dead for two years now...
Is it all a lie?Ending Note: Okay, tell me what'cha thinking about it... I happen to believe this should show some of Jason's inner problems, not just confusion. In fact, this makes me depressed... Thank you for any support you show in your reviews... Oh... and may I add... No Flames!