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Time
Space
These are the only things that have any meaning to me
the only things real in my world
And yet
they are meaningless to me
lost
in an old man's drivel
overused too many times
like a discarded rag
Because time and space is all there is
time and space are irrelevant
merely worth
a dismissive wave
of the hand.
What then is there?
Love?
Beauty?
Life?
To be cherished
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go now?
What is left?
Love doesn't last
or wounds you to the end
Beauty fades
fleeting in the mist
in the night
sucked into a black hole
or nullified by a different beholder
Life?
"oh so precious"?
Oh so numerous.
Expendable, in my darker hours.
Perhaps I am all that is left.
But who am I?
Without my better nature?
Questions and meanings
get mixed up together
in a foggy confusion
in my head.
I am damn near omnipotent
And yet
impotent
Unable to cause the change
I wish to make
Unable to longer be
The Force For Good
that is who I am
Time and time again
I screw up
I hurt those that mean
so much to me
I allow those that mean
so much to me
to be hurt.
100 years into my current life
and I still
don't know who I am.
That which unites my lives
remains
as it always will
but it's locked away
locked
locked
locked
away
Rendered inaccessible
WHY?!?
Damnable, accursed
WHY?!?
Take this life from me
oh beloved Rassilon
I no longer deserve
to wear the name
The Doctor
Space
These are the only things that have any meaning to me
the only things real in my world
And yet
they are meaningless to me
lost
in an old man's drivel
overused too many times
like a discarded rag
Because time and space is all there is
time and space are irrelevant
merely worth
a dismissive wave
of the hand.
What then is there?
Love?
Beauty?
Life?
To be cherished
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go now?
What is left?
Love doesn't last
or wounds you to the end
Beauty fades
fleeting in the mist
in the night
sucked into a black hole
or nullified by a different beholder
Life?
"oh so precious"?
Oh so numerous.
Expendable, in my darker hours.
Perhaps I am all that is left.
But who am I?
Without my better nature?
Questions and meanings
get mixed up together
in a foggy confusion
in my head.
I am damn near omnipotent
And yet
impotent
Unable to cause the change
I wish to make
Unable to longer be
The Force For Good
that is who I am
Time and time again
I screw up
I hurt those that mean
so much to me
I allow those that mean
so much to me
to be hurt.
100 years into my current life
and I still
don't know who I am.
That which unites my lives
remains
as it always will
but it's locked away
locked
locked
locked
away
Rendered inaccessible
WHY?!?
Damnable, accursed
WHY?!?
Take this life from me
oh beloved Rassilon
I no longer deserve
to wear the name
The Doctor
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This piece of poetry, written from first person view, came to me while at work, musing on Shalka!Nine and his angst over his life. In my head, this is put just before the events in RTF's No Place For You Here, but that story is certainly not a prerequisite for this poetry fic. It can stand on its own with just the canon at hand.
Oh, and as much as I lurve that broody, slightly alcoholic Gallifreyan known as Shalka!Nine, I can't say that I own him. That would be either BBC or BBCi. I make no money off of this... it's all a labor of love.
Oh, and as much as I lurve that broody, slightly alcoholic Gallifreyan known as Shalka!Nine, I can't say that I own him. That would be either BBC or BBCi. I make no money off of this... it's all a labor of love.
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I don't really like poems, never have, but I like this as it gives an insight as to what the Doctor thinks when he's brooding. Shalka Doc doesnt get as much love as he deserves!!!