Of what was, of what came

I was too small to carry a hoe,

yet hardly six, he came and placed a

sword in my tiny hands.

Too innocent to

understand more of the world

still he came, rushing me to battle.

Too naïve to join in their plans

and schemes, shaping the world.

but not so much that I couldn’t spill blood.

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Then it all changed.

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I became too cold to feel

with the red clouding my senses

the metallic scent fueling my lust.

Too strong to realize

Too blind to see

Too arrogant in thought

to see the weakness in me.

the seasons bled white into my vision

her groan and smile fleeing my presence.

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Until finally,

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I became too sinful

carrying the mistake everywhere I wander.

and still they smile, seemingly forgetting who I was before.

I became too tired

wanting to sleep

yet she shines like a narcotic

I can’t release.

I became too old

wishing for these eyes to soften with youth

while she comes, pushing me into her

blossoming adulthood with no reserve.

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And that’s why…

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I became too happy.

lost in the world of soap bubbles and

fragile smiles, the swift

movement of her laughter

breaking my violent nightmares

in twain.

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So he came, with his guns and

ships and hatred, then with two slashes on

her face, a sword in her heart

…

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He took it all away.

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A/N: This is a rather strange piece, something I’ve been working at since the 28th of March. But it was finally completed today in commemoration of my horrible Econs grade. The main line of the poem is towards trekking Kenshin’s journey through life up to Rakuninmura, a place that has always fascinated me for the longest time. Do let me know if the title words, because I’ve changed it at least three times already! Please review and let me know about any displeasure, or not, on this new piece of mine. All critiques are warmly welcomed!

Haruko