It Started With Dreams
It started with dreams
Faces that couldn't disappear
Tearing his mind a p a r t
'Til it burst at its seams.
But all must sleep
No matter how (painful) it be.
For solutions to the problems,
He searched f-a-r and w-i-d-e
Strange what one can find
If only they [had] tried.
It started with *one*
Just a tiny little pill(!)
That had the magic to,
Bid his dreams a d i e u
It could make him sleep.
But all actions
Have their (re)actions
And all drugs,
~No matter how small~
Can make your lifetime crawl.
Distant, he be-came
Though never his intention
While violence became the bane
Of his poor girl's i.n.t.e.r.v.e.n.t.i.o.n.
Lost without 'hope'
What was she to do(?)
When her love stopped g r o w i n g
And her fiancé did too.
For after all
Every hero(!) has his heel
And the ^higher^ that they are
The f u r t h e r they must fall.
A/N: A little freeverse about what i think could have happened to Harry after the war. It's weird, i know, but then again i think poetry is often weird. I'm still fairly new to poetry, especially freeversing, so i would really appreciate any feedback and/or advice anyone has to offer. Thank you for reading. :) Hope you enjoyed.