A BURDEN TO HOLD


He sits at the window
Staring out into the night
Wishing to be freed
Feeling contrite.

Nothing’s his fault,
But he feels he’s to blame
For everything he’s lost,
For every bit of shame.

He is trapped within himself
He cannot escape
From feelings so fierce
Of depression and hate.

He always survives,
And doesn’t know why.
He has come close to death,
But he won’t ever die.

Such a burden to hold
Such a prophecy to make
Kill or be killed,
By the formidable snake.

What can he do,
Other than what he has done?
Fight till the end?
Or abandon and run?

The task is his,
there’s no hiding from fate
He must be strong,
and confront what awaits.

There’s no time to spare,
For the war has begun.
And so begins the quest
of the Chosen One.


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You may also read my last poem 'A Dementor's Victim'.