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writes: I wrote this poem years ago, when I was a fair bit younger. But it still holds so much meaning for me today. I know it's not exactly quality poetry or anything, but hey, I tried, and I was very young! So please try to ignore the fact it might not be brilliant. I'd actually rather not explain exactly what the poem is about, as it's quite a personal thing to me. So I guess...make of it what you will."He was born to be the ruler of his kindA dangerous fighter inside a tired mindBut behind the mask it is clear to seeThat he wants the same things as you and me.So no matter how hopeless, he must fightHe’s hoping an answer will be in sightBut all he can do is trust those who lieAnd no matter what happens, always try.For his whole race of people are at stakeAnd their home has been all but destroyedIt lies on him to save them from their fateAnd restore their homes’ glory from the void.It’s such a huge responsibilityAnd sometimes he feels like giving upBut the weight on his shoulders reminds himThat he is their leader, their only hope.When I first met him I was so afraidI thought my life he might decide to takeBut he’s not the monster that people seeHe took me in when I had nowhere to be.As all of the warnings swam round in my headI realised he doesn’t want anyone deadHe just does those things for his people’s sakeHe’ll try to save them, whatever it takes.If he didn’t have to fight, he told meHe’d settle down and have a familyBut that dream looks so very far awayMaybe it will or won’t happen someday.We grew so close and he never hurt meWe fell in love, although others disagreedBut I never tried to help in the fightsI couldn’t bring myself to, try as I might.Instead, I helped round and held him those timesWhen none of his plans seemed to go rightAnd he made me feel happy, he always caredWith him, all of my troubles I could share.But no matter how much I loved himAnd would do anything for himThe one thing he wanted mostWas the one thing I could not give.I could not give him the solutionTo save his people and their home“Just win this war,” he threatened alliesHe sacrificed everything to a bunch of lies...After that, I don’t remember a thingI have nothing from him, no photo, no ringI have no way to prove he was realMaybe he wasn’t, it’s just how I feel.But I have a feeling he didn’t succeedI hope now his soul is finally freedHis people all died, his home was destroyedBut it doesn’t matter, because he tried.I don’t know how we got torn apartBut he will always be in my heartMaybe we’ll meet again, maybe we won’tBut it’s all in the past, and for now I must fight alone."
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reader, anonymous, writes (2 September 2009): "But I think the underlying feelings of the poem is something most people can relate to. To be with someone and feel complete...and then to not have them in your life and wonder what the hell happened. And, of course, the feeling afterwards of being alone, of having no one to be beside you through life."
I can especially relate to that last feeling you describe: the one of feeling hollow and alone. I'm getting over a guy right now, if you read my article it will explain it, and, although I never really had him per se, I still feel really empty as I try to stop thinking about him.
I'm having to learn to be my own best friend, my own supporter and counsellor, to fill the void I feel as best I can. I'd rather feel hollow and alone, and heal eventually, than thinking about him all the time, though... sorry, I'm kind of rambling here. But, yes, I can relate to a lot of the lines.
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reader, anonymous, writes (2 September 2009): This is verified as being by the original poster of the questionThanks for your response. Yes, you are exactly right, it is allegorical. I couldn't figure out a way to describe it, but that fits it perfectly. I guess if taken compeltely literally, it doesn't make sense. In fact, it would probably make people wonder if I had completely lost the plot! But I think the underlying feelings of the poem is something most people can relate to. To be with someone and feel complete...and then to not have them in your life and wonder what the hell happened. And, of course, the feeling afterwards of being alone, of having no one to be beside you through life.
Although it makes perfect sense to me (obviously, because I wrote it) I know it is a little bizarre. It would take too long for me to try and give a broad interpretation of each line too. But even if it is impossible to understand the underlying tone, I actually feel a lot better just to have got it out, to have it "out there" instead of it just being inside me. I hope that makes sense. x
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reader, anonymous, writes (2 September 2009): I can't figure out the exact meaning of the poem, but it's quite interesting. It seems rather... allegorical? I'm just guessing here. Anyway, thanks for sharing it with us!
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