September 30, 2008
Time has slipped by

In a river of tears
Since the day that changed me forever.

Yet the meaningless days,
Weeks, months, and years
Still have not, cannot heal my wounds.

I remember your eyes…
Same as mine, but empty,
Blankly reflecting the cold stars above.
And I remember your smile,
Like the ones we once shared,
The last laugh you had in this fleeting life.

Every single day
I see your face in the mirror,
I mourn for the lost half of my soul.
We were once a team…
Now, nothing is left,
For what is one without the other?

When I finally snap,
Fury spills like boiled blood.
Crimson stains line the cracked glass.
All the sparkling shards,
Like the bits of my heart,
Lay broken, beyond any chance for salvation.

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mereCat This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 3, 2014 at 2:30 am
Brilliant :) Really nice writing and the fact that it deals with the death of possibly my favourite character in Harry potter makes it all the better and even sadder. I LOVE the last stanza.
EmilyLady said...
Jan. 3, 2009 at 5:24 pm
"Fury spills like boiled blood" ... Really lovely. I hope you'll keep writing poetry because this is wonderful!
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