The Wasteland of My own making
Even if I lost this
feeling, I will come to love you again
Cardcaptor Sakura: The Sealed Card
I knew, from the beginning
Too
great a cost asked of me
I should have left it it be
Put on
mourning clothes
I should like to have wept
Cry until I
bleed
I could move on then
Try to live again
In
tomorrow's light
I could have loved again
You can't ever
know,
These thoughts, these memories
I wish that was comfort
to me
How small I am
I paid, thinking not,
All that you
were, and all that you could be
There was hope at the
beginning
If you knew
What good it would do you
If I
reveal these thoughts,
I betray you twice
The lies I told
to live again
To put it out of my mind
Would you
understood?
Who really listens to faustian bargains
And I
got off lightly
Besides hope springs eternal
It was right
things to do
If I couldn't see you, to hear you, smell you
A
mind can be lied to
Deadened soul is no rarity
But flesh
demands it understanding
In the wasteland of my own making
All
that remains is my burnt offering
To gods who does not see
And
spirits that does not care
I betray you, with doubts that should
be hidden.
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This poem was originally written to celebrate Tenth Anniversary of Cardcaptor Sakura.