I hear a soft voice.
It is strange and much gentler than the only one I can recognize.
My only visitor is the manager who brought me here centuries ago.
... or was it twenty-five years?
Time flies on without me.
Someone is crying.
Their voice is muffled by something beyond me, but I can still hear them.
A pounding on something that echoes numbly, and a brokenhearted sob.
That sound reaches deep within my chest and stirs something within me.
Don't cry...
I know that voice...
Somehow.
I can't place it, as I have no eyes to see from,
but my ears somehow pick up that voice and all it says...
all that it begs.
I want to comfort that person who is so far out of my reach.
I don't even think I know their name.
Still... to hear them sob and mourn over me...
It cuts me deeper than anything I had ever felt.
Please, don't cry...
That voice is so gentle and so warm...
Why does it stir me so deeply?
My heart aches as the pounding on the glass fades, and it is replaced with dwindling cries.
I wish I could stir, open my eyes, see who begs for me and give them comfort.
A single crystal tear escapes me...
I am so sorry.
AN: Well, this originally stemmed from an art trade on Deviant Art and I figured that I may as well upload it here just because... I really have little excuse for anything I do these days, lol. As most can probably tell, this poem is from Satoshi's POV from the infamous Higurashi No Naku No Koro Ni: Kai scene in Matsuribayashi-hen, where Shion finally glimpses Satoshi's comatose form underneath the Irie clinic. As I identified in my Youtube viewing of the scene, a single tear escapes Satoshi after Shion pleads with Irie that she can come and read to him. I firmly believe that despite his sedation, Satoshi is capable of understanding what is going on around him, to some extent. That's where this poem came in. Anyway, read and review as always and thank you for taking the time to look at my random and nonsensical blurb.
PS: I apologize for the lack of beats between verses. FFN seems to have new issues with me and spacing... It really just screws with the pacing of the poem... Grawr. Like it needed any more kfcing up to begin with!
Sky
