a poem about Sawyer contemplating the past...

The past, why won't it let us be?
Why does it keep hunting us?
That night,
why can't i let it go?
What happened,
hiding, scared.
I've tried,
but none of it mattered.
I look in the miiror
only to find unknown cold eyes staring back.
I don't even recognize myself.
Now, a new place,
a new start.
It's of no use.
no matter the effort,
my heart is a stone.
Somehow it will never warm
ever change.
She came along
maybe she could see?
It had been so long
but not even her
could melt the exterior.
I drove her away,
just like so many others.
Again I was left alone
the way it had always been,
the way i had always wanted it.
But then why do I feel so empty?
When will the voyed be filled?
I'm staring out over the ocean,
alone with my thoughts, as always

^^ Nice. You really captured some of Sawyer's inner thoughts here. I also like the constant questioning of feelings and things surrounding him, b/c Sawyer is a mystery to the audience and also to himself. I think this season, he has really started to discover his inner-worth and purpose, but this poem leads up to it nicely. Great work!

Thank you so much! Glad you like it... I just love his complex character and whish they would have shown a little more about his childhood after his father killed his mother and then himself...

Yeah from the moment he got turtured, and beaten, and slammed all over the place, I started liking him for who he was. He is really awesome, and so is the poem!

Thank you so much!!! glad you liked it

Nice. Shows a lot of work!

Quote:

Originally Posted by loekie

The past, why won't it let us be?
Why does it keep hunting us?
That night,
why can't i let it go?
What happened,
hiding, scared.
I've tried,
but none of it mattered.
I look in the miiror
only to find unknown cold eyes staring back.
I don't even recognize myself.
Now, a new place,
a new start.
It's of no use.
no matter the effort,
my heart is a stone.
Somehow it will never warm
ever change.
She came along
maybe she could see?
It had been so long
but not even her
could melt the exterior.
I drove her away,
just like so many others.
Again I was left alone
the way it had always been,
the way i had always wanted it.
But then why do I feel so empty?
When will the voyed be filled?
I'm staring out over the ocean,
alone with my thoughts, as always

Love this poem - you did a really good job! Sawyer is really awesome and your poem rocks!