Invasion
My attempt at abstract poetry, about HP, and how he had no choice, this is a darker ending then what happened in the novels. It's my first "story" so give me all the feedback you can.
Thanks!
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I have no haven. My home has been invaded by a force that's not in my power to get rid of.
My utopia, my life, has been taken away from me. Everything I've ever done has been crushed.
My happiness, my work, all gone. They parish at the hands of others. But what do I do?
I start afresh, I start anew.
I use the ashes of once my belongings, I rise from the pieces of dust that meant so much to me,
and start to piece my life back together, and once it gets completed, I'm content, I'm happy, my utopia comes back, bearing my life.
I rejoice, once again, I'm sated. Ever so slowly they start again. Ruining my haven, invading my life.
And then, it crumbles down. Easier then the first, since the cracks weren't still fully healed.
This time I don't start afresh, this time I don't rise, this time I parish with the rest of this rubbish.
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Please review!