An attempt at freeverse. Kind of depressing. That being said, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Everything and everyone you recognize belongs to J.K Rowling.
every morning is the same
|wake up with a death
grip on your wand|
brush your teeth
with your eyes trained
\on the mirror's reflection\
(who's that? a shadow)
eat expired cereal
(expiration dates?
that's the least you have to worry about)
scan the obituaries
do you recognize anyone?
every meeting is the same
"anything to report?"
"nothing, sir"
and that's that
occasionally a raid!
(raid=death
but nobody wants to voice this)
so people cheer
in the hope of progress
and captured death eaters
and a shot at peace
(everyone laughs
because they fight for hope
but they have no hope)
guess who's chosen for the mission?
{not you
You're the lucky one
the one who stays back
maybe tends the wounded
and wait for the inevitable}
your friends!
the people you've known for years!
going off to war!
going off to their death!
you bid them goodbye
[you bid them farewell]
you'll see them soon!
(you'll never see them
again
and maybe
they're the lucky ones
after all)
so you go home
and wait
the fireplace blazes
and out he comes
with news!
(He never says
"The raid was successful."
"Four Death Eaters were taken into custody"
"There were no fatalities on our side.")
He says
"The raid failed."
"Four of our own were captured. There is no hope in getting them back."
"There were two fatalities: Gideon and Fabian Prewett."
(or whoever it was this time.
Dorcas, Marlene, Benjy.
all dead
and gone.)
"I'm so sorry."
isn't home supposed to be a place of solace?
home is just bad memories of good times
you run to
(you were going to a friend's house.
then you remember
they're dead)
a bar
order a glass of
"something strong."
something to numb the pain
and you drink
[and drink
and drink
and drink]
and there are tears in the firewhiskey
and you toast the lost
the missing
the stolen
stumble back home
drunk and \alone\
your bed is far
and your couch is here
out cold in a minute
wake up in the morning
head spinning
ears ringing
pain hitting you in waves of agony
(they're gone they're gone they're gone)
({[and they're never coming back]})
and you do it all again