The shadows swirl around him like a cloak, casting
Him in utter darkness of gloom and sorrow and
Self-hate. The lights of friendship cannot penetrate
This thick, cold shield he has put up, the walls he has
Built. Though he longs for the warmth of the fire
They offer, he pulls himself away; unable to bear the
Pain that comes before healing. Rather, to bear the ever-
Present agony of self-torture, a grudge long kept, a slight
Long felt, a master unforgiving. He denies himself
The gift, to protect his shattered heart; afraid of being
Hurt, yet again. He sees their welcoming smiles, and
Looks on them with pleading eyes, but forever will live
In darkness—unknowing—forever, will ask "Why?"
I hope you all like it, it's my first ever Severus poem! YAY! Inspired by McSplunge, I must thank her for all of the inspiration because I could never get my poems to sound good for Severus so I always gave up. Thank you so much! And no I'm still no JK Rowling, if you still haven't figured that out then I feel sorry for you. Reviews, reviews, reviews! (Yes, that is a hint!) ;)