Disclaimer: I don't own 24. If I did, Tony and Michelle would have just been in a coma for a while, then woken up.
A/N:This is Jacks POV, set about when he's staring out at the sea at the end of Season 6. No spoilers. This is my first attempt at poetry (on fanfiction) - say what you think but try not to be too harsh. I welcome constructive criticism and reviews of any kind.
A/N2: I wasn't planning on posting this, but SOMEONE pushed me coughHandOverFistcoughcough and I thought, what the hell?
Personal Hell
What is one more,
Black mark against my name?
Just a little more sorrow,
A little more shame,
Just one more reason,
To hide my face,
Just one more time I've,
'Forgotten my place',
Just another earned enemy,
Just another lost friend,
Just another reminder,
That this pain has no end,
Another chance to say no,
I always say yes,
Brought back to the world,
That I fit into best,
That steals all the things,
I need to live,
Take my heart and my soul
I've nothing else left to give,
A few more sacrifices,
I've no right to refuse,
Whatever I have,
It's yours to abuse,
Take advantage of the things,
I'm willing to do,
Twist my intentions,
To benefit you,
Cast me aside,
Now that you're done,
I'll pick up the pieces,
And destroy every one,
I've been broken before,
I'll be broken again,
Bound by duty to stop,
The things I condemn,
This is where I belong,
Where I excel,
My very own, personal,
Version of hell.
Please - I'm dying to know what you think.