Who was he?

He didn't know.

When first he saw himself, after the long rest,

He knew not what to expect,

His face had changed, his eyes held glow…

Who was he?

He didn't know.

What was his name?

Where was he from?

Had he know kindness? Anger? Friendship? Fear?

Who was he?

He didn't know.

He was lost, confused.

Nothing made sense, everything changed…

His limbs, they burned an icy pain,

His head, it pounded, like a thousand drums,

He was cold, and hungry, yet could not move.

Who was he?

He didn't know.

Had he mattered?

Had anyone cared?

Was he meant to be dead somewhere?

Who was he?

He didn't know.

What were these scars?

What did they mean?

Who was he?


Ok so!

I am currently in my grade 11 English class, and have to write 10 poems on Frankenstein as a final project.

So I figured... my as well turn it into something that I can share with other people right?! So when I wrote it I was thinking it could be in Cloud's POV from when he first woke up, yet not before he found Zack. He's just really REALLY confused.

So please do me a favour, AND CRITISISE THE HELL OUTA' ME!

Also this was written in about 10 minutes flat, so don't think toooooo poorly of me. ;)

-Spark