In a Closet

by AmandaMarsters

Another short poem. Harry, years after leaving the Dursley's still feels the pain and suffering he felt so many years earlier.

In A Closet

In a closet all alone

Mum and daddy are not home

Am I deaf, am I blind

All alone inside my mind

God is coming, God is coming

And I can't believe it's true

But thought this pain, and hell, and fire

I will make it through

The pain intense, the fire hot

Am I here to stay and rot

The lights are dimming all around

But I am here forever bound

God is coming, God is coming

And I don't believe it's true

But through this pain, and hell, and fire

I will make it through

Death does come close to me

Couldn't he have just let me be

Will the sun rise nevermore

I'm trapped behind the closet door

Good is coming, God is coming

And I don't believe it's true

But through this pain, and hell, and fire

I will make it through.

Author's Notes: This poem represents Harry's feelings as a child and even as a young adult. He still feels trapped behind the closet door. I wrote this poem last year to represent my loss of religion, I just realized now how similar it is to Harry. Wow.