Utopia
I sit on these lonely steps,
my head in another place,
a place where pain doesn't exist.
A place where the pain would stop flowing,
like a torrent of rushing water,
flowing quickly downstream.
A place where memories of pain don't resurface,
a place where my heart,
and soul,
can rest,
for an Eternity.
But,
I know my pain will never stop.
The whispers will follow my steps.
The glares will heat my back.
The fear will play in their eyes.
The kids will runaway.
The drunks would try to kill.
The Shinobi would 'play' with their new 'toys'.
Each and everyday.
For I know,
my life shall never change.
Fate has decided.
My destiny was placed out before me,
by another man.
My own Father.
My family will try to kill me.
My siblings would scream and run.
Mother will make me kill.
Sand shall flow through my soul.
The blood from my heart shall keep flowing.
Until I fade away,
with the flowing sand,
of the desert.
Where I was born,
and where I shall end.