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A/N: This was me experimenting with poetry & free verses. So uhm, yeah. Enjoy! This was also written for round 4 of the Test Your Limits comp. c:
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There are things.
Things in the room with you.
You see them all the time, everywhere.
There is no escape from them.
They persuade you to do things
You know you aren't allowed to do.
They make you do things
That upset you.
And you get so, so angry at them.
You can't control it.
It explodes, out of you, in bursts,
And all you hear
Is the things laughing.
At you,
At your weakness.
You need to tell someone,
Anyone,
Who will listen.
You stand,
And suddenly,
You're
F
A
L
L
I
N
G.
Down and down you go,
Down the stairs,
Because they pushed you,
As you were wandering
To find your brother.
And you can hear them,
Snickering,
As they lean over you,
Black distorted figures.
Aberforth finds you,
And he doesn't understand;
Why you are staring,
What you're staring at,
Why you are so terrified.
He doesn't see them,
And so he is not terrified.
He does not live
In this everlasting
N
I
G
H
T
M
A
R
E
That is your life.
And you realize
That no one will ever
Understand.