The crying
the choking
the pain
bloody tears
soaked clothing
sweat and fear
the headache
tired eyes
emotions stirring
heart faultering
missing beats
or too close together
the weak body
trembling knees
nauseated stomach
horrible taste
mind racing
hands shaking
body parts
too hot or too cold.
I cannot deal
with the death
of someone so great
so beloved
so admired
so adorned
so friendly
so powerful
that He let nothing
stand in the way
of love or friendship,
the time will soon come
in a day
for the next installment
the last crusade
in the name of the Headmaster
and the boy who lived
will meet his match
and only one side
can win.
Author notes
Yep, I'm a Harry Potter freak, but it's more than that, Harry Potter books have powerful messages about love...and love conquers all.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love this poem, and I love Harry potter. Great write keep going.
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god this is amazing. That's all I have to say. Gah
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What a great way to respond to literature
This is such an authentic way to respond to what you read--and I like that. I can't tell if you are writing from Harry's point of view or your own? The "I" at the beginning of the second section made me think it was Harry, but then you say "the boy who lived" instead of "me" so is this a reflection of your own personal torment about Dumbledore's death, or Harry's? I got confused, but still like the poem.
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