Disclaimer: It suddenly occurred to me how depressed I must seem to you guys, writing such morbid poetry. I'm really a nice person! Oh, well. Remus Lupin isn't mine, despite the fact that I really wish he was.
Lost
A fork in the road.
Which path should I choose?
It cannot matter,
I've nothing to lose.
Now I am lost,
I frown and I sigh.
Hoping for guidance,
I look to the sky.
There is the moon,
By which I am bound.
And I know I'm lost,
I can never be found.