So…I really am probably not very good at this, but what the hey! I told you I was going to write a poem for my next post. We’ll see how this goes. I call it “Memoirs of a dead Jedi.” Hopefully you all like it
There I was
laying half dead on the Mustafarian lava-beach
hacked to pieces by a man I thought the world of
my life was a lie from the start
the dark side totally occupies my heart
so what? yeah my Midichlorian count was high
I will forever regret becoming a Jedi
because now I am stuck in this stupid suit.
victim of high expectations
trapped in a cage of what could have been
and what will never be.
Padme is dead,
and so are my dreams of a hope and a future.
All I have is this suit. this big, painfully awkward suit.
Black and imposing,
both an ugly outfit and a vital part of me
keeping me alive
but killing me all at the same time
well, its safe to say I’m dead.
The part of me that loved and cared
the part of me that would have spared
a life
its all gone now.
the only realities I face are the what I’ve become and what I can still be.
I need to find hope somewhere,
maybe a light in a far off galaxy.
I hate him for what he did to me,
but because of him, now I see
the future, my power in full.
The dark side is where its at.
no if’s and’s or big hairy Wookie butts.
I hope for a future where I can find some sort of peace,
but for now I am a dead Jedi, roaming the universe
in search of something
A New Hope
The Musings of a College Kid 