When people found out Harry Potter was blind, he was ignored. When they found out he could still read and write, he was forgotten. And when they found out he killed himself, he was mourned.
This was the note they found besides his body, his wand lingered with after effects of the curse that had never yet succeeded on him.
''Avada Kedavra.''
Will you ever understand
how much I want a helping hand?
How much a smile can mean to me,
even when I cannot see.
My eyes are useless; my tears are not.
That is what you all forgot.
You forgot that I am just a child,
innocent, naïve, meek and mild.
Just another playing boy,
yet that is not what I enjoy.
And sitting on a lonely swing,
is not what my dreams will bring.
Because my dreams are of desire.
And I don't speak of lust and fire.
But rather, something softer,
something infinitive and stronger.
A friendship, till the end of time,
a world where laughing is no crime.
A world after what I can see,
a world where people don't judge me.
A planet that doesn't see my face,
but rather, it sees my soul.
And sees just what I am;
just another young foal.
I want a world to hide my eyes,
to leave the emptiness behind.
I want a world that's fair and just,
and not controlled by fear and lust.
I want a world with open arms,
that welcomes every stranger.
No matter of their numerous flaws,
they'll treat them even kinder.
Alas, I will not welcome,
my heart's biggest desire.
I will not leave to see this world,
destroy itself with fire.
Yet, they have a saying, do they not?
Fight fire with fire.
And once you start, you cannot stop.
Fight fire with desire.
Desire of an endless war,
But I will not participate.
I will not join this pointless slaughter,
and you will not cooperate.
So here I sit, I'm writing this,
No tears escape my eyes.
I cannot see how you'll react,
but not despite my tries.
Will you cry for an innocence lost?
Or will you mourn your weapon?
Or perhaps you'll party for one less fighter,
using as fuel just a lighter.
But I just ask; remember this.
I was never just your weapon.
I am no gun that you can aim,
and with a trigger you can trap 'em.
I have a will and mind of sound,
and it's screaming loud its fury.
Thus this I chose, forever more,
with the devil as my jury.
Goddess, please forgive me this,
for my life wasn't mine to take.
Yet, neither was it theirs to have.
It was only ever yours to make.
But I will join you, will I not?
For I'm only a teenager.
But maybe, I'll join the devil's lot.
Or perhaps another manger.
For who knows what lies ahead?
But rest assured, I will find out.
And walk the last path of my life,
'till I am met by a new start.
For I must start again in life.
This one was not my best yet.
So maybe I'll get one more chance,
which I'm hoping I will get.
It doesn't matter anyway.
I will no longer surrender.
But please, do not cry for me.
For I'll escape my tormenter.
Hey,
Yes, I know, I should be writing for OW,AW, but I just couldn't get this out of my head, and I figured I might as well post something. But do not fear, for I have a week of now, and should be posting for OW,AW soon enough.
Oh, also, I got this idea after reading another poem. The summary goes a bit like this: This was the note they found the day Harry Potter disappeared. Many thought it was a suicide note, but the people who knew him best knew what it was: a goodbye letter.
I don't know who wrote it. If you do, please tell me so I can properly credit them.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize is mine. (No, wait, no it's not.)
Love,
SFTR
