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.