Star Wars Grief (completed 1/1)

Grief

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STAR WARS THE LAST JEDI: GRIEF

In an imperial destroyer, a Stormtrooper approaches me and tells me that we are approaching a planet, the base of a rebel command. My thoughts spread their wings painfully:

I lead my men again, the clones. Everything is like before, but at the same time so different.

Pathetic creature I am, reincarnation of grief.

I must fulfill my mission and defeat the rebels. Don't they realize that the more they resist, the more the dictator will clench the fist?

I once swore allegiance to the Jedi council, and to the republic. Now both disappeared with the approval of those who loved democracy.

I'd like to laugh bitterly.

Padme Amidala, Riyo Chuchi, Ahsoka Tano... they defended the people and their right to free will. If people voted for the establishment of empire, who am I to rebel?

They called me the knight of crimson roses for always meditating in the garden of the Jedi temple. Now the temple does not exist and all the roses in my eyes wear blue petals.

I'd like to tear myself apart in a groan.

Along with Palpatine, the Emperor; Darth Vader, the Lord Sith; and Wilhuff Tarkin, in their grotesque new space station. It's my name that gets the most despised spit in the galaxy.

My hair, the only element of vanity that I had of padawan, is now gray and covers a face eaten by grief and doubt.

I'd like to cry forever.

My disagreement with the Jedi council stated. Master Windu demanded discipline from me, Master Kenobi asked for patience, Master Yoda told me that we could not love.

How do I know what I'm doing is right? Without my three goddesses beside me... I miss their smiles, I miss their advice. Now only Palpatine tells me that it's the right thing to do, the tyrant enjoys watching me suffer, for sure that's why he ordered the clones not to kill me.

I'd like to scream my helplessness.

My brothers died, my sisters their melodious voices ceased. By force, I would like her to give strength to some rebel to end my life.

Why did the council want to make a coup d' état, did they not foresee that with their actions they would turn the authoritarian democrat into a tyrannical despot?

I'd like to rip off my clothes.

I wear myself out slowly, I can't live and I can't die. Master Qui-Gon Jinn, please help me.

Padme, Riyo, Ahsoka, all of them now behold me from heaven, while I am in hell.

I'd like to die at once.

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Another day, I travel again through the emptiness of space, unfortunate vacuity like my heart.

A Stormtrooper comes up to me communicating the proximity to the new rebel base. Grief is my new name in this age of hopelessness.

I lead my men again, the clones. Everything is like before, but at the same time so different.

Pathetic creature I am, reincarnation of grief...