Disclaimer:
I don't own Harry Potter or anything to do with the books. If I did own Harry Potter, Sirius wouldn't have died and I would probably be making him walk around naked for all of us Sirius-fan girls to drool over.Warning:
No warnings, just a bit of a crazed Sirius. This takes place when Sirius is in Azkaban, so that explains why he is somewhat… lacking in sane value.Rain
Rain… Rain… forever more the rain.
It drowns the earth in its endless torrents,
Yet I am stilled,
It drowns my endless torment
Gone are the numbers in my head,
Replaced by notches on the wall.
I don't know how ling I've been here
Only stone can tell.
In the shadows lay hurt
My mind, and now my soul
They are no longer a part of me
I forgot them long ago.
I can't remember the last time I saw the sky
And the light and hope that used to fool me.
But I would gladly be fooled again,
If dark and pain would release.
I touch my skin and I feel nothing
Not smooth, rough, hot, nor cold
I don't know how to feel,
And you can feel what you've forgot.
Betrayal. Rage. Anger. Sadness.
That is all I know how to feel,
And I feel I know one thing
It is still raining.
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Yeah, a bit weird, but I can honestly say it's my favorite poem that I've ever written. So, now that you've had the pleasure (or pain) of reading this, would you please review and tell me what you think? PRESS THE PERWINKLE BUTTON!!! Sorry… I need to feed my muse…