A/N: This is from Harry's POV so it's his poem. Okay? Okay. Good job.



Poem of Hurt



The pain, the burn,

the angst that churns,

Inside of me.

Every time that pain comes

I know the Dark Lord becomes

stronger, coming after me.

I shudder, gasp in pain,

the same pain that rains,

down on me.

Friends wonder about me,

won't they let me be?

To deal with the laughing,

taunting, evil, baffling,

Face of Voldemort.