I think seeing this series adapted as an anime is unleashing my poetic side to a big extent. I already have another poem in progress for this show, and it sparked a poem idea for a different fandom (which I will also upload today). Anyway, hope you enjoy this poem ^.^


Colours gone, fuzzy at the edges.
Sounds I can't quite discern.
They come from a place
that I once lived in,
that kingdom called childhood
that we all inhabited at some point.
But until now I could
not have said
what it was like nor
who I had been there.
I'd left that land a
long time ago.
And that was all that
I'd thought needed to be said.

Yet it had always been there.
Always, deep down and hidden.
My life had been in danger once,
my mother had told me.
Chance words, meaning nothing.
Even son, something crept up to
the forefront of my mind.
A scene, bright and silent,
coloured with the red and yellow
of a girl, alone in the snow that
would soon help to erase
all traces of her.
And later, the cold warmth of
the questioning room and
the slamming heaviness of the
realisation that it'd all rested on me.
That I could have prevented it.

I had forgotten that,
that scene from that land.
Apparently, it was what
the adults back then had
desired for us, to keep us
intact, to keep us safe.
It had worked, for
until now I could not have said
what it was like nor
who I had been there.
But, at what cost?
Just as the snow erased her,
I'd erased that tragedy but
the colours from there have gone,
fuzzy at the edges.
The sounds, I can't quite discern them.

It was the kingdom of childhood,
the one we all inhabit for a time.
I know that there must have been
frivolity, ambitious endeavours
and amusement, too.
I'm sure that until that red and yellow
night, I must have been innocent,
must have known little more than
companionship and the unconditional
love of the family I had.
But, now, I cannot reach that,
I can't confirm that these
were true things too.
All that remains now is the
blood on my hand and the
heavy, heavy weight in my head.

Perhaps if I had a map,
a chart of the life I've lived.
If I could find such a thing,
maybe, just maybe,
something would clear.
It's so grey out here, everything,
everything is rushing at me.
I'm backed in a corner,
and I cannot change things.
If only the pieces would
all come together then
maybe I would be able to
have fixed things so that
my mother would now be alive.

But they had always been there,
those memories I should
have had the chance to treasure.
Forgetting, that should not have
been an option and yet,
this is where I've ended up.
So though I am
scrambling, begging, searching
for something definitive,
in truth, I know.
Now I know where it had been,
that kingdom of childhood.
So far behind me, a long time ago.
Its colours, they're vivid again, but too distant.
The sounds, I can discern them once more.

And now I know who
I had been in
that kingdom called childhood.
The same person I am now, bereft,
struggling against the grey.
But now I can turn, and look back,
so that is what I do, and
I long for a chance to return there,
just one final time.
Can I return there?

Please, let me return there.


One of my favourite things about this show is how it portrays family, childhood and memories. The idea that during the original timeline, the adults tried to make the children forget about the murders was one that snagged onto my brain and wouldn't leave me. As Satoru asks in this poem, at what cost did that forgetting come? I'd imagine a lot. Forgetting and remembering are not so straight-cut, after all. And there was also something about Satoru's 'detective game' (saving Aya and Hiromi) that seemed very rough shod and desperate and also really joyful- if ever a word was invented for a scenario, then 'endeavour' was invented for this aspect of ERASED. No idea if that even makes sense, but hopefully some of you will have a faint idea what I am on about.

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