The world of Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, I just borrow.
The poem was by me, so it would be really nice if you could review, because
I have never been a poet and would just like some feedback. CONSTRUCTIVE
critism, please.
Dreamless Sleep
You long for it, wishing it would come
Waking up again and again, just wishing
But you still hear the voices, the pain of the innocent
And the guilty pleaing for a second chance.
Severus thought how his life had changed so much in a matter of months. Walking over to the mirror, he saw the damages of where the change had effected him; bags under the eyes, an extra few pounds, no one next to him, and a new bruise from Sirius.
Anything would be better than what you see
Every night you think, maybe, but it never comes
That dreamless sleep, it can't be real
You think, maybe it's a legend
But then you hear of everyone else
Experiencing it, and cringe.
After another meeting, he left to an empty home. As the new Head Master, he didn't fear being thrown in Azkaban. If he did go there, death would be so much closer and he frowned to himself, realizing there was nothing important to live for.
You beg for it to come to you
Just for one single night
You pray, for the first time in years
You take those pills, not counting how many
You sit there for eternity, just sitting
He looked The Dark Lord in the eye, and proudly waited for it to hit him. The pain was horrible, but then there was Harry. Suddenly, being remembered the way he was going to be, wasn't enough for Severus. He felt the memories leaving, and realized that what he craved most was approaching.
It never comes, that dreamless sleep
the way you plan on it coming.