Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
A/N:
Thanks
to my Beta Elliejelliebean. She was gorgeous and extremely
helpful
This is dedicated to one for my best friends. Her dad died
at the age of 47 from a heart attack. It was a devastating day and so
I went to my safe guard – writing. This is what I came up with, my
first posted poem. Tell me what you think. I know I'm no Shakespeare
or Emily Dickinson, but these are my feelings, and I really wish
there was no need to write them.
Flash, Stab, Cry
Flash,
there's his face
Flash, and it's gone
Flash, there's his
life
Blink, now it's gone
This
is no nightmare,
There is no distorted hand
This is real life
I
just can't understand
She
is left a widow
A single mum
She is left to care
For her
daughter and a son
Life
is not fair
Punch that wall
Life is plain cruel
She won't let me fall
People
in and out
People everywhere
People
all around
All I do is stare
Stab,
stab, stab
What is he doing?
Stab again and again
I'm only
just learning
Come
back from your holiday,
Holiday to the sky
Come back to this
world
Come back to where you're
mine
Cry,
that's what she came for
Let those tears drop
Cry for the one
I lost
Because his heart has stopped
I
won't forget those plans
So big, so
tall
So I sit, and I'll wait
I'll wait for your call.
If
you need me to explain anything, feel free to PM or E-mail me.
CGIL
xx