5 minute poetry

[Cloud Strife]

Sadness.
Sadness in his eyes,
looking at the crowd,
seeing their faces,
darkened with guilt,
burdened with sin.

Anger.
Anger in their eyes,
Seeing his perfection,
teasing them to hate
the thing that he was:
A savior.

Pain.
Pain on his face,
hands nailed down,
hanging there for them,
dying there for them,
for their future.

For all of them, he had died,
Giving them all second tries
By taking on all of the blame,
Leaving them with the shame.

For they
had killed
their savior.

And he forgave them.