Another poem I decided to write just for the heck of it. This poem is basically told through Cloud's point of view, during his stay in the Lifestream with Tifa, as he questions in his mind if his life was more than it had while in his mental state.
Please r/r after reading this and no flames please.
Disclaimer : Yadda, yadda, yadda, I don't own FF7, yadda, yadda, yadda. Squaresoft is the one that owns FF7, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Am I real
Am I real?
Do I deserve to exist?
Exist in this world--- this world that is about to end in chaos
My dreams--- everything I had once believed in
Are my dreams now shattering?
Shattering into a million pieces
Like a vase falling into the surface, receiving it's end of life
Receiving it's un-expecting end
Is my life coming to an end as well?
Am I real?
Has my mind been lying to me?
Making me believe that I was that little boy
That little boy who had a dream
A dream to be in the arms of a certain someone
While being embraced by the sweet fragrance of love
But was that memory a lie all along?
Am I real?
My eyes, my voice, my skin, my body
Are they truly a part of me?
Did I come from my mother's womb?
Or was I created, meant to be just like the silver-haired beast?
Meant to cause fear
Meant to break spirits
Was I meant to have no heart, like the silver-haired beast
Am I real?
Am I the owner of my name?
The name that I had owned
The name that everyone knew
The name that followed me
Followed me wherever I went
But, does my name still belong to me?
Or do I deserve no name?
Am I real?
Have I been a puppet all along?
My strings of fate being controlled
Controlled by the puppet master
By the puppet master from up above
Up above the little stage called life
And leering down at me
As I play the role of a mercenary
A mercenary that has failed
Am I real?
A question I still ask
While feeling lost
Lost in this pool of confusion
Not knowing what to believe
Not knowing what to feel
Not knowing what to say
Letting my soul slip away from me
Letting my soul and body be separated
Slowly giving in to depression of mindless sorrow
If I truly have no name
If I truly have no memories
If I truly am a puppet
If I truly wasn't real
Then what am I doing in this world?
This world full of illusion
Where lies of reality conquer over truths of reality
In this stage of an illusionary world
Where I am the one that plays
Plays with my own strings of fate
Where it is I that is truly my own puppet master
Of this illusionary life
Okay, sorry if this poem seemed confusing and pointless. To sum it all up, this poem starts off with Cloud questioning himself during the events in Lifestream. Cloud feels confused and lost as to what his point in life is. But as the poem ends, Cloud realizes that he is living in his own illusionary world, not in reality. So basically, since Cloud has kept forcing himself to live in his own world in order for his lies(you know being in SOLDIER and taking over Zach's role in the events of five years ago in Neibelhem which truly was a lie) to be real to him, he has forgotten to know his true self because of that. So, because of living in his illusionary world so long , he starts to question if he truly has a purpose to live in the real world.
Once again, I apologize for writing a horrible poem that is confusing. But please, don't flame me for it. Just give me constructive criticism instead.
Thank you for reading anyways. ^_^
