Dementor’s Kiss

Poetry Of Death . . .

Akshat Lamba
New Writers Welcome
Jan 24, 2024

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“What’s the point,
if the story’s got to end?
What’s the point,
of all the time spent?”

Am I just a piece?
Is this a game?
What could possibly be the purpose?
What’s the point,
of these circles?

The Dementor stands behind me,
kissing people as it passes.
Now a glacier, once a sea.
Once a life, now just ashes.
What’s the point?

I can gouge my eyes,
become blind to the cold.
But I feel the ice,
and lose all hope.
What’s the point?

What is the cure for it?
How do we defeat it?
And if not,
What’s the point?

“A story is destined to end,
but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth it.
The cure is a warm smile,
that only comes when you love it.”

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Akshat Lamba
New Writers Welcome

Writer with the dream to impact your life with my stories, poetry, articles and blogs.