Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of its characters, this extraordinary phenomenom is owned by the amazing J.K Rowling. This is another short poem that speaks about Sirius Black's emotions some time regarding his discovery of Peter Pettigrew's betreyal.

Stuck at the Doors of Perplexity

Trust

Is that even a word present in your dictionary?

Do you even know what it means?

But then again, conviction has never been a part of who you are

Suspicion swelled in my insides

Perhaps your everyday misgivings has given me doubt

I have always been the better judge

I could always see right through you

But all I could see was black

The slowly jaded remains of grey were fading

Purity; it's not exactly a word that could be used to describe you

You've stripped me of my high expectations

I deserted my reliability on you

Because really, the ability of confiding in you is no longer an option

Betrayal

Really I should've known from the start

But yet, I couldn't help but be shot down with a boulder of surprise

Your shameless infidelity has deeply hurt me, just like it hurt others

But go, leave; if your unfaithfulness hasn't spoken its words for you

You can let go now, we don't need you here

Your treachery built a barrier between us; it has been the cause of separation

And while it continuously grew, I started to lose sight of your face…..

I forgot the features of your face; I lost my ability to remember your simplest of gestures and expressions

I cannot even recall the shape of your smile, or the way it drew itself on your face, whenever you were happy

But then again, I believe I have failed to analyze it,

I couldn't tell if that smile was real, or if it was nothing but a fake mask of treason….

I guess I really am not a better judge of personality than you

For I have failed, my friend

I couldn't pass the test,

Because you see, I was unsuccessful in keeping you at bay

I let you sink into wrongdoings and sin

I was the cause of such betrayal

I was your friend, wasn't I? I should've ensured you wouldn't slip away

But really? What caused such deception?

Were we really that bad? Were your friends really so malicious that you just had to go and betray us?

Sure, we've made our mistakes before

But I guess it slipped out of your mind, that we're human too, we've had our fair share of mistakes

But really Peter, were we really that bad that you let yourself surrender into the dark

Death

Did you see us as that debauched that you just had to steal our souls too…..

Why? Why Peter, why?

I guess I'll never have this question answered

Especially after you've locked me in the confined building of gloom, where it's guaranteed that I would probably lose myself too

And have those furious questions raging through my mind…

As I trap myself in a series of perplexity

Questioning your motives

But before I end this, I thought you ought to know

I just thought friendship, meant something more to you…..