Such strength
needn't be brute force
only unleashed on your opponents.

It can be used
to create a sight
of pure elegance.

With a cigarette in hand
and an unreadable face,
I leave my emotions to rust in the rain.

If I do not show any feelings,
I hoped I wouldn't be hurt,
but even then I was ostracized
because they said I was a machine.

The gruesome process
of saving the live of a human
on the brink of death
is challenging.

"What a miracle! I have been saved!"
they would say.

Correct,
you have been saved,
quite luckily.

However, it was no miracle
that saved you;
only concern and skill.

I had never felt
the firm grip of a bow,
the wispy shot of an arrow.

One eye closed in a focused wink,
I targeted the blood-red target,
my fingers pulling the arrow
with unknown precision.

It shot the red eye
the first time,
and it was then I knew
that in my past life,
I was an archer.

When my time comes
and I am to leave this life
for the one beyond,
do not bother letting my body
decay in a casket.
Please, allow me to be buried near the ocean,
and plant a lemon tree
above my heart.