liberty dies [star wars poetry]

08; Obi-Wan

''Are you happy?'' someone should ask him.

Get out this place! They're not far behind.

He's not scared. Not living. Just breathing...

He blames himself for a chaotic tragedy

He feels like a supernova...
in the edge of a bright turbulent life just about to explode.

The gravity suddenly stopped being on his side.

But he understands that like all the others things he lost, it'll come back.

He walks in fire and crosses a highway full of lies.

Maybe he is the last hope.

Maybe.