Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series belongs to JK Rowling. The poem was posted on the internet by someone by the name of Emily.
A/N: Once again...I was bored. I should have been doing homework, but who in their right mind would want to do homework? No offense to anyone that likes homework, because there are actually a few people like that in the world... -cough- Stacey -cough- Sorry, a little tickle in my throat.
Dear Journal,
Hey, I talked to Dumbledore today. About The Dark Lord and whatnot. He says that he'll protect me from The Dark Lord, if I don't want to join the Death Eaters. It was so odd how he said it so calmly.
My whole fate will be decided with this. With which side I choose.
And the problem is, I'm confused. It used to be so easy. Father told me that I was going to join, and that was it. But now… Now, I have a choice.
A choice that could kill me.
My mind is befuddled, and my thoughts are whizzing around in my head. I can't seem to make sense of anything.
Migraines are common now-a-days and I live off of aspirins. If only, I could escape this turmoil.
But no, I can't run away. It is not the way of a Malfoy. I need to stand up and fight. Fight for what I believe in.
But what do I believe in?
I used to hang off of father's every word. How muggles were idiots and needed to be eliminated. How muggleborns were filthy. How squibs didn't deserve to live.
But, I've seen muggles. They don't seem that bad. And muggleborns aren't really filthy. Granger was the smartest, prettiest witch I know. And squibs…well, no matter how annoying Filch was, he didn't deserve to die.
Yes, my views changed. But Voldemort. He is so powerful. Much more than Potter.
I feel so inferior to turn to the Light side. To put all my faith into one person. One person that could either make me, or break me.
No, I can't depend on him.
But I can't put my influence behind something I don't believe in. My conscience will not let me.
So what do I do?
This is a poem I found a while ago. It was written by someone named Emily. And I just couldn't help but copy it down. It's everything I'm feeling right now, and more….
I'm swimming all alone in a pool of darkness
and I feel like darkness is slowly pulling me under
I yell for help but no one is there to hear it
I begin to see the water at eye level
and I kick and flail
fighting to stay above the darkness
But the darkness won't let go of its hold on me
and I slowly begin to give in
to the feeling that lies below the water line
the waters starts to fill my lungs
the lungs that once held so much life
yet now they allow the murky water to replace that
I know that this path doesn't lead to happiness
But why doesn't someone grab my hand
pull me from darkness's grasp?
because no one knows I stand at the boundary
the boundary between light and dark
so I give in to the thing that holds me
All of the strength and all of the courage
that I once held in my heart
can't save me from the water
So I slowly slip below the world of conscientiousness
undetected by the occupants of that world
I don't want to fight anymore
I've given into darkness
The only other option. That is what I must do. Give into drakness. So you see, this is my last entry. Because now, I am going to another world.
I'm tired of feeling this way. This confusion. This turmoil. I just want to get away from it. As soon as possible.
Am I destined for heaven or hell I don't know. But I will find out very soon.
Your Prince,
Draco
How depressing. Anyways, can someone review please? I want to know if it's good or not.