Remembering the fallen
The list of deaths grows longer,
the feeling of guilt grows stronger
as I awake from another nightmare,
their faces still linger, right there...
just past my outstretched hand.
I try to turn away, I just can't stand
seeing Fred's grin or Dobby's blank eyes,
or hearing the mourning cries.
We supposedly won, but the victory's stained
with the blood of family and expressions pained.
the war was a win,
but we lost so much within.
They died because of me,
and the memories won't let me be.
Everywhere I turn, wherever I go,
I see their bodies, and it feels so
real.
Flashes of the Battle won't go away,
the past still haunts me today
when I see friends sitting alone,
or hearing mothers wishing their babies would come home.
I know we should be glad we won,
but I find myself always missing someone.
I guess in time we'll be ok,
but not today...
Today I wish they never died.