A/N: I haven't written a poem in ages and I was just completely inspired to write this. It's from Draco's point of view, and very metaphorical. I'm in a rather depressed mood...so this is a bit reflective at the moment. Tell me what you think, if you like it I'll write more poetry.
Oh, and if your reading Without Rain, the next part will be up this weekend, I believe...
~*Loathing*~
Some look out and see a sky
Speckled with clouds and light
While I am trapped within a cell
Of hate, and scorn and spite
And other times I close the door
To blind my soul and eyes
And lock it fast so none escape
To hear my screams and cries
But if I forget to shun away
That which I might possess
However deep or hidden fast
In darkness tears attest
Dare to feel piteous
When drenched in blood or rain
And they can look but still not see
That I'm only home in pain
Behind my mask of colors
Behind my world of hate
There's life to live and days to pass
And memories to create
Many years I may look back
And flip to an open page
Of dreams untold and times unturned
I'll pull the cork of rage
The bottle opened I will drop
Smashed to bits of me
I can't be whole, I cannot break
You can't break what you can't see
Late at night, without a moon
Alone I might be learning
That not to know is not to hurt
And so my world keeps turning
Just as well you cannot hear
That which you cannot taste
For then you might discover me
And my lie might be erased
Over and over I say it again
That I detest my fate
I can slaughter all my heart
But ironically, not hate
Time's endless flow will one day cease
And I'll revel in death
In passing I will find my notch
Without galling mortal breath
Ponder it in years to come
In days bygone and past
And realize that to have loathed
Is the memory that lasts