Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it isn't mine ::pauses so readers can recover from their shock:: but belongs to J.K. Rowling and all of her wonderful people.

Crying for Memories

I don't remember the tough of my mother's skin

Her lullabies in the dead of the night

In the dead of the night

I do remember her screams

As she was slowly dying

My father

His last gaze to me is gone from my mind

Gone

Taken

Stolen

Stolen, like a thief in the night

A man once robbed my chance at childhood

And he didn't even have to wear a mask

I wish he had

To the man unmasked so long ago

Why?

Why did you hurt me?

Hurt, he whispers with venom,

Because someone hurt me

Revenge

Revenge?

To me?

But I am only a child

Or I was a child

Until you hurt me

Are you such a worm that you would take another's childhood?

Because you lost your own?

He didn't answer, just hurt me again

Hurt the closest thing I ever remember being family

-Being family, You didn't have one, so you took mine-

The only one I remember not screaming in the night

In the night, in the day, you give me pain,

And I can't, won't, take such a gift

A gift, some pass on gifts they don't want

But I won't re-gift pain

I'll pass on more energy, family, joy, love, LIFE

Even if it kills me

Kills me, yes it does.

Because others can smile when I cannot

Did I once know how?

Know how to give memories that other won't regret, try to forget but can't

They'll cherish the ones I give them

Because I will overcome

Overcame

You could overcome too

But you won't

You'll take the easy rode

The easier rode hurts everyone but you

Maybe you too

But you'll never know the pain until it's too late to stop the rebuke you deserve

Does anyone deserve that?

You deserve it

But you once deserved another chance to know happiness as well

You won't know that until it's too late

You won't know memories that don't make you scream in the night

Scream in the day

Scream always inside your head

May mine be on your head as well

Because though they'll all ways be in mine

I can learn from the incoherent screams

Rise above the din,

To a special place within

Within that good place that's not just mine, but a shared souls

Shared souls rising

Like a fiery but gentle phoenix to the heavens

While in the heavens we watch your soul like a snake descend to hell

And yes the Phoenix cries

Even though you hurt its human soul, it will cry for you

But in crying, even with it's special tears, can't heal the scaly soul you won't bare

Shared souls carry the burdens

The burdens of those awful screams in the night,

The night when the stars didn't shine

Didn't shine one the snake with its scaly hide, where the tears couldn't reach,

And still,

The blameless soul cries,

I'm sorry

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A.N: I hope you enjoyed that. I wrote it right after I finished the Goblet of Fire, it was a late night to say the least. There isn't a lot to say about this; hopefully it stands on its own without an explanation. If you review, I'll at least know whether I should continue to post poetry or not.

Peace,

Midnight Arrow