I AM BACK ONCE AGAIN FROM THE DEAD THAT I NOW CALL SEMESTER 5 OF ESL IN UNI LIFE, i tried to write a poem, i suck at it, but i hoped you'd enjoy! i mean, i tried y'all, this is so trash sksksksks anyways-
poem fic, very short fic, depression, implications of major characters' death, post-war, self-hate, mentions of self-harming, i dunno, whatever trigger warning there is to exist AHAHAHAHAH good luck!
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The Boy with Round Glasses
by D
He could not stop thinking about the war,
Neither could he forget about the light,
It was beautiful yet gore,
Among the dead was the boy with round glasses that shine so bright.
Comes the morning the news spread,
Among the lines was the victory against Death,
And the boy with round glasses barely hanging on a thread,
Yet the inner hurricane came out a calm breath.
Trying to clear the cloud,
Therapy was a route he tried to find,
But the blood on his hands would not wash out,
Neither the screams echoing his mind.
The resentment towards himself stood tall,
And his body littered different gashes,
In the abandoned girls' bathroom where he ends it all,
The last thing in his mind was the boy with round glasses.
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Additional: Harry's sequel
The boy with round glasses came too late,
Regret and grief set fire to his heart like coal,
Unable to stop his love's fate,
Namely the boy with bright hair that spiraled out of control.
