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Uprooted Rapture

January 5, 2013
By Mr.Bubbles BRONZE, Deer Park, New York
Mr.Bubbles BRONZE, Deer Park, New York
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A place I have once known, the only place I have ever come to familiarize with
Uprooted from the seabed, onto the shore
Commenced by vigorous explosions of destruction
My life, my sanctuary, uprooted from the seabed.

Hanging onto debris for my dear life, trying not to let go
Blasting through the water, reaching velocities unknown, I look down upon a world I once knew
A world in which I have spent my entire life in.
Reaching sonic speeds I pull myself up on top of the roof of a building.

I can see the faintest image of Sophia and Eleanor swimming in a small tank of water
I have always taught Eleanor the lesson of forgiveness, hoping she’d follow
Eleanor hands her mother, Sophia, the gift of her life, even through everything she has done
Our eyes meet, staring into each other’s souls; I have never felt this satisfied in my life.

Our world surfaced to the ocean, the sound of roaring back-splash fills the air around us
I struggle to open my eyes but manage to see the light
A figure standing above me greets me with such warmth I have never felt
Eleanor, my beloved daughter has been reborn as a new person.

I lay powerless on the roof floor as if the life has been entirely siphoned from me
A quick stab of Eleanor’s ADAM needle allows her to take what’s left of me
My soul conjoins with hers; we are now one
I trust she will use my powers for the better of good, for the better of her new life.

I gaze upon the world, staring from behind Eleanor’s eyes
A lifeless body lies in front of me, Subject Delta
I can see the reflection of my own face in the mask that once hid the face of a great man
He’s gone now, and I have become a new person as well.

I look out to the empty, red horizon, staring into infinity
I look down into the ocean, where my home once was
A peaceful reflection resides in the water’s reflection
I reflect upon my past, everything I have done, everything that once was, was now never.

The sight of Little Sisters surrounding me in the waters reflection brings a warm sense
One of them hands me a doll figure, a figure that looks exactly like my father Delta
I drop it in the ocean ever so gently as a symbol of me leaving my past life and starting this one
Delta will always have a special place in my heart, no matter where I go, he will be there, over my shoulder.


The author's comments:
This poem is based off my favorite video game of all time: Bioshock 2

This poem follows the sequence in events that occur during the cut scene of the good ending. No matter how many times I watch this scene, I always choke up.

I'd appreciate feed back very much so.

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