A/N: Well actually this is a poem about how I have felt lately and I can tell ya it really feels like hell.... and the worst part is that ya don't know what the hell is wrong! well I changed it to Remus' POV 'cos I think that this is pretty close of how he feels at every full moon.... the poem doesn't tell ya how bad it feels but ya get a clue....
Remus POV
Sickness
Too much noise,
Do not touch me!
Turn off that voice,
It's killing me!
You're too near,
these walls make ma sick.
I can taste the fear,
from the lips I lick.
I can't take this
oh, that awful smell!
that oily kiss
this is like hell!
Help me I can't breath!
someone strangling me inside
turn down that fucking heath!
this pain is too big to hide
I'm so cold, fingers aching
one single line of blood
shows that something is breaking
I'm drowning to heavy mud
I can fell the bars around
squeezing me deep
I'm not making a sound
I can't show that I'm weak.
Never....
A/N: Please tell me what do ya think about this one.... It's kinda personal so ya can flame it... and by the way, if someone could be sooooo nice and tell me some dates when the full moon is and when it was in September, I would be sooooo thankful.... That's it.