Ok, so I wrote this, (among other HP poetry that I have to post) just because I was thinking about Remus today and it came into my head. It's a tad lengthy, I kind of went off on a tanget. Call it a day (and night) in the life of Remus Lupin

Tell me what you think.

Drifting

Drifting,
like the wind, I am.
Belonging neither here nor there.
I am pathetic,
poverty-stricken,
nothingness.
In my silence,
solitude,
drifting,
I have time to ponder life.
To dwell on misfortune.
To hate myself.
To wonder why.
To marvel at opportunities slipped,
loves lost,
hope faded.
An uncontrollable fate,
is all I have.
It clings to me,
like the tattered cloak to my back,
on an unbearable British afternoon.
My cursed condition,
drives me further and further,
to the edge of madness.
Alone.
Friends dead,
gone,
afraid.
Worst fears realized.
The road rises to meet me.
Weariness overcomes me.
I lie lifeless,
drinking dirt for dinner,
until night takes me.
Then she rises,
hated queen of the night.
The curse of my affliction.
She shines her silver mystery,
and I am overwhelmed.

Run.
Hunt.
Hunger.
Feed.
Kill.
Rip.
Tear.

Blood.
Flesh.
Food.
Howl.
Bite.
Scream.
Kill.
Feed.
Bone.
Blood.
Hate.
Mad.
Taste.
Flesh.
Hell.
Wound.
Bite.
Scream.
Pain.
Death.
Kill.

Darkness.

Golden light stirs me.
I lie in grass.
The road is far.
My hands are smeared with blood,
guilt,
agony.
My legs shake, but I walk,
drift,
stumble,
away,
to the next place,
where I will wrap myself in pity,
self-loathing,
hate the God who dealt my hand,
despise the ones who don't understand,
torture myself for senseless acts,
beyond my control,
loathe the beast,
who unwillingly inhabits me,
scream at the top of my lungs,
though no one listens,
tear the hair from my head,
and feel no pain,
fall exhausted to the earth,
to watch my dreams float away,
like clouds across the morning sky,
drifting.