Farewell,
Konohagakure
(A poem from Sasuke's viewpoint)
The
final leaves have fallen
Sombre tones of browns and blood reds
contemplating my darkening desire.
Claws of a whispered curse have
gripped my soul
A promise of power locking out the last ray of
light
That has drowned on my horizon.
The waiting game makes
its penultimate move
A step that forces me to reconsider
The
life I have blindly set up for myself.
The smiles are
meaningless,
Laughter has turned sour, consumed in the
turmoil
Like tornadoes in my mind.
Haunted by those eyes and a
keleiodoscope of disorder,
I grow tired of the self pitying
sonnet
Playing out in my head.
This subsistence has become a
joke
And I am the punchline;
The faded figure of the shadow who
once pretended to be my brother
Refusing to dematerialise.
So,
like the leaves I shall depart,
Leaving behind this conterfeit
existance I foolishly call home.
Realise already, Konoha
That
my silent rendition
This desire for retribution which I scream
from behind a reticent gaze
Has always been more
Than just a
childhood wish.
Please turn your backs on me
For I have done
the same to you.