Ponders of a Postman

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Nothing

Absolutely nothing

The world I live in is silent

I make no sound

I can't even think or cry

This woman claims to be my guardian

Then, why does she hurt me so?

She makes me deliver things

Like a gun to a prisoner

I know why

But I don't like it

The girl

She's sad

She's killed her lover

And he proposed

She sobs in the snow

Before taking the gun to herself

She pulls the trigger and wishes....

She can't die

I watch it all

I watch her come back

I watch her cry

Her tears are lovely and awful

Her sobs echo around

No one hears them

No one sees me

Not even the assassin

She's crying too much

I want to cry

I can't

That witch made sure I can't

I return to her soon after

She acts proud

I know the truth

She hates me

She took me away from him

My father

In the dark, I try to lament my sorrow

It's futile, I can't

The witch, she takes me to a Theatre

That girl, she comes to me

"Let me help you!" she says confidently

I let her

She fixes me

I'm no longer broken

The man, he comes to me

Well, not to me exactly

To the Theatre

For a sword

The Venom Sword

He's cursed, he says

The Doll Director doesn't believe him

He's sent to die

I interfere

Just like she did

I save him

Just like she saved me

I make him my "Gardener"

He hates it

He hates me

I just know it

Father, how do I help him?

Father, can you help me?

Why did you let her take me?

Why did you let her take me?!

Was I dumb?

Was I blind?

Stupid?

Naive?

Foolish?

What was it?!

Help me....

Someone, help me....

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