hey guys!this poem is on how sirius felt when he was imprisoned inazkaban.i dedicate this chapter to She-Elfgirl for two reasons; she suggested this poem, and she is an awesome reviewer! all of you should read herfics! i read two but i couldn't read the third- i haven't learnt potrugese, though i wish i could. anyway, i don't own harry potter and probably never will, which is a sad fact. please don't rub it in.
I sit in my cell
But I'm not really there
This isn't my prison
Nor is it my despair
My private prison
My personal hell
Is where my thoughts wander
Where my feelings dwell
I feel guilt, I feel sadness
But now I feel hate
To the traitor who ensured
Lily and James' fate
And as tears well up
In my tired eyes
I can't hide from my feelings
Cannot pull up a disguise
And so now I promise
I vow, I swear, I pledge
That I will escape from here
Will not fall off the edge
I'll keep myself steady
I won't waver in my task
And I'll finally find answers
To the questions I ask.
So in my personal prison
I will set to break free
And find the dirty rat
Who took my future from me.
hope you liked it! flames are welcome, as usual. please review, my ego wants a boost.