Hello all...I really didn't think I'd be adding another poem to this story...but it turned out that I was feeling poetic at four last night...I mean this morning. This is from Robin's point of view...it doesn't really make much sense so I'll explain at the end. Oh and uh...this one ain't happy either.
CATARACT
Sitting in silence,
Contemplating violence...
I'm trapped by the ghosts of a haunted past,
Burdened by thoughts of the hell I created,
Overshadowed by the legacy I never hoped to fill;
Unconcerned, undeserving, I fall before his will.
Sitting in silence,
Contemplating violence.
Bending in pain,
Washing out the stain.
Shaking in fear,
Praying he won't hear.
I've lost all that I once knew, relying on direction;
Three hundred sixty--perspective shift--change of soul.
The natural consequence: I can't face those friends
Who still cling to the dream that for me, met its end.
Lying still,
Breaking my own will.
Fearing his wrath,
Choosing my own path.
Throwing the dart,
Crushing my own heart.
I can't find the desire to be free.
I no longer hear the desperate plea.
Here lies what is left of me;
An epitaph no one will ever see.
Shaking in fear,
Wishing someone could hear...
Okay...firstly, the name. A cataract is a film over the eye which causes problems with vision or blindness. The person in the poem has been spiritually and morally blinded until they accept things they never thought they would. ...Hopefully that helps. Not necessarily that good, but worth showing, at least. I was listening to Linkin Park while I wrote it...might have something to do with the format. -Dusty
