Some poems are through my character, Marcella Riddle's eyes. Others through the eyes of people around her. Some, of people and their experiences, enjoy.

He Finally Understood

Love Will Conquer All

Life in the Eyes of...

A life Within High Expectations

I WILL TYPE IN THESE COLORS, SO WHICHEVER COLOR IT IS, WILL TELL YOU WHAT STORY IT'S FROM.

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Marcella's PoV - aimed at Durmstrang Pupils & Dumbledore

Alone, lost, never to be found.
A single tear lay, clinging to the cold cruel ground.
Not a sound to be heard,
but the chatter in the halls,
The quiet in her head was deathly,
As death was cold.

Lonesome was she.
Now and forever.
Abandoned by her father,
Most likely, reseneted by her mother.

God-Father who was never there,
The nobody's who wouldn't care,
The kids who would stand and stare,
Pretend that she was never there.

Her absence, although profound,
left no trail on the soild ground.
Not a mark or speck of dust,
to recollect her life,
A wasted time,
in this strife.

Of what she once did call, her suicidal knife.