Rust and Parchment
Wears away at iron wrought
Drip, drip, drip, a thought
like an onomatopoeia that slips
across the tongue and drips
into the cracks and creeks
down as it redemption seeks.
Rust and parchment stains
the skin and walls of chosen trains
that barrel down and then derail.
Don't blink, don't breathe or else you'll fail
the test and tumble down the whole
of all the thoughts you've ever known.
AN: An introspective poem on Kakashi Hatake, making use of enjambment and some free-verse principles.
