I don't exactly know who this poem is about, to be quite honest. I wrote it with Hiei in mind, but it could very well be about anyone. Kurama, Yusuke, whoever suits your fancy. And I don't own YuYu Hakusho.


Night descends, lying awake;

Memories come to flood my mind,

My heart's about to break.

I'm picking me apart, yet the source still I must find.

I try to cling to the past,

I try to look to the future,

To believe my forgotten hope will act as a suture;

Try as I might, it will never last.

Am I nothing more, nothing less

Than a lost soul, begging for the pain to end?

And am I real, truly real and never fake?

Forever cursed to leave bitter tears and hate in my wake?

Denied the blessed right to cry,

The worlds, spinning askew, pass me by.

My broken spirit is in need freeing,

To dull the ache that occupies this wretched being.

This floating hope that binds and tears,

It only brings more nightmares.

This horrific fear that jeers and taunts

My mind it forever haunts.

I don't know what's wrong with me,

Begging, screaming, this is what I implore:

Show me what's worth fighting for,

Show me who I am.

So, there you have it. I know it's a bit on the short side, gomen. I just had one of those poetic urges, and this is the result of my mind's ramblings. Please review, as they are my life's blood. ^__^