Author's Note: Hey, hey, ya'll! =D So, I was recently scrolling through some of my old poems, and I stumbled across this one. I don't normally post poems alone by themselves as I prefer to put them in my stories (like "The Heart of Winter"). But this one sounded so well by itself, so I decided to share it with you guys. =) I know most people probably look for stories over poems (and I've never found a poem standing alone on FFN X)), but I wanted to post this anyway. =D I hope you guys enjoy it! =)


Empty

He had always wondered who he was

Before he rose from the lake

Those sweet, golden things called memories

That took so very long to make

He tried his best to remember

Who he was so long ago

But whenever he tried, his mind went hollow

Empty

Just like a finished bottle

They were so close, tangible even

Sweeter than lemonade

And he wanted to drink them

But whenever Jack tried, his mind went hollow

Empty

Just like a finished bottle


Author's Note: ...Dang, I can't believe I wrote this back in April and forgot about it...XD It actually sounds good, and I regret not coming back to it sooner. X)

Also...poor Jack. One of my ROTG headcanons is that Jack did somewhat know that his memories were missing, but he just couldn't reach them because, well, he didn't remember. I think that things like his staff, Burgess, and even his lake may have triggered a feeling, and he knew that those things were important, but he couldn't remember what was important about them because he didn't have the memories that were attached to them...

...I hope I explained that somewhat well, haha. X) Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this little poem, and I'll see you when I see ya! =D

Until the next story!

~BeyondTheMoon1203