Author's Note: WOW! Two updates in one day??? I'm on a roll! ^_^ This poem is a VERY strange produce of me in a very bad mood and not having very much sleep. I thought about Kenshin and the weight he must carry with all the people he has killed. So this poem is an idea of what his nightmares might be like. But this poem is extra strange because all the dead people he will see, killed themselves. That's right; Kenshin himself didn't actually kill them. It's supposed to represent Kenshin's fear of losing everything and not being able to stop it. Interesting, no?  It's a pretty long poem and I really like it. Please tell me what you think! PLEASE REVIEW!!

The Weight Of The Dead

It begins in a dark room,

A room filled with a stench.

My nose wrinkles when it reaches me,

And my eyes try to see through the dark.

The blackness suddenly pulls away,

My eyes are blinded by the light.

As my eyes focus, I see it,

The fear within me.

Bodies.

Litter the ground.

No life to be found.

Am I alone?

Please, not alone.

Blood stains every inch of sand,

The sand on which I stand.

The faces.

They become clear,

And I see my fear,

Friends.

Their once bright faces,

Gone dim.

Their once clear eyes,

Reflect a pain.

Their once loud laughter,

Forever silenced.

What have they done?

I see the blades lying next to them.

Then the wounds upon their bodies,

Each one, self-inflicted.

Sadness rises within me,

Greater than the o c e a n.

But I also feel another emotion,

U n r e s t r a i n e d anger.

My knees fail me,

My own body burdened with anger.

My fists ball,

My teeth clench.

My eyes squeeze shut,

But still my hot tears fall.

What is this anger?

I should be mourning.

But no, I do more than grieve,

I spill anger like no other.

Why do I feel angry?

Because they've left me,

Left me all alone.

Did they think nothing of me,

Nothing, as they let their own blood flow?

They left me to this world,

With no one at my side.

How dare they leave me,

How dare they condemn me to mourning.

Am I to live until I rot,

All by my self?

Why?

Was I not worth even your company?

Was I nothing but sand?

Even as the sand,

I was still at your side.

But now,

Now you make me carry your blood.

Now you make me, the sand,

The place on which you will lay forever.

Must you e n s l a v e me to carry,

Carry the weight of your lives?

Through this harsh world,

I now bare the burden of you life,

The life you threw away.

Thrown away without a thought of me,

You would rather see me weep.

Now see me,

Watch me stumble with your body on my back.

Watch me carry your lives alone,

Through the burning sun.

Watch your blood flow down my face,

As if it were my own.

Watch me call to the night,

Your never forgotten names.

I call you, even when I know,

I know I shall receive no reply.

For you have left me,

Left me alone in this world.

How could you have left me?

How dare you condemn me?

These are the words of a forgotten friend,

These are the words of one who carries the weight,

The Weight Of the Dead.