Tattoo
I look at my arms,
there it is, the tattoo.
My legs, too, covered with the red design.
I did not choose this.
I did not want this.
It feels like it's binding me,
choking me, controlling me.
I want it gone
but still it stays, but
I will live on.
I don't want to accept it,
but I will endure it.
My life, My regret, My resolve.
Random Notes: Another poem for "Syaoran." This time about his time as a captive. I guess the image of him being trapped like that makes me sad...to quote Mokona: "I heard you've been locked up all this time. You must have been sad. Surely you wanted to travel with us, right?"
Disclaimer: I do not own Syaoran or Mokona. Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle is not my creation that right belongs to CLAMP.
