Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

AN: another kinda sad angsty poem/thing about Remus after Sirius' death, enjoy.

Loneliness

Hate, a belated anger buries itself in my soul. An unanswered question lingers in the air. I wonder if I'll ever know. It's the dichotomy of my bloody beating heart against the wall of silence that disturbs me as I sleep. Will it ever be the same? As I wake the atmosphere around is cold, I can almost feel the frozen particles circling in this space. The halls of this house speak a story of a less than exuberant past. Now all is quiet and dark. Nothing could describe the emptiness I feel inside. I cannot suffer in this grief and be given the satisfaction of pain, because I know now that no one is watching. I cannot be given the time of day in a society like this; others have lost more than I, families, loved ones even their own life. I was always alone. Even when Sirius returned after such a long broken time, I think I knew deep down inside that he would be ripped from me and alone I would be left. The others they live for Harry, he doesn't need me anymore, I'm not sure he ever did. I am no use to anybody anymore. Time has left me the shell of my former self, a bitter and broken man barely standing on his own two feet. Everyone is gone; there is no one to lean against as I fall. I'm alone.

Always alone.

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