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.