A/N: A little poem that I just kind of sat down and wrote. It's written in the point of view of someone talking to the Doctor, probably some sort of prophetess or something similar. This is my first Doctor Who poem so any reviews would be lovely!
You've seen so much,
experienced so much,
Life itself grows weary.
So much death and not enough life,
you try to find balance.
But no matter how hard you try,
you cannot escape the death that follows you.
You are like a storm.
You rage by on a whim,
bringing destruction to all those you touch.
You show the universe to so many others,
yet they can't give you
what you're missing inside.
Maybe what you're looking for lies not with others,
but within yourself.
But can you bear the things you will find there?
So much pain!
How can you bear it?
You build your armour high and strong.
You guard the little piece of yourself
that is left then run away,
retreating.
Yet no matter how strong
your defences are,
the agony of all those you
lost still gets through,
Forcing you to retreat
farther within yourself.
How long will it be
before there is nowhere left to hide?
Thoughts? Reviews?