Poems on Night
Here are some poems from a sad book that is about the Holocaust and is a very touching needle like book.
Heaps of bodies lying around.
In the mist of snow, there is no sound.
Running, running, running, for who, for what?
Shoving, pushing, crying, do they hear the ringing bells?
Time’s up...they sleep, and stay there till the snow melts.
If one receives a paper cut, it may hurt or swell.
If one receives a lashing belt you may hear a scream.
If one receives nothing more than harsh words and mean slurs, you may see tears roll.
If one receives blows or slits or hits, pain will be bold.
If one receives gunshots, the red in them will show.
If one receives burning flames, their entire body will go.
If one receives a rope around them, it will eventually be the end, even if the boy that’s hanging, isn’t completely dead.
An Empty Shell
The darkness in one grows, when darkness is all one can see.
The anger becomes bitterness in pain and misery.
The mystery of love is lost inside of hate.
The kind words are trampled by sourness.
Some carry light in their hearts, hoping for their freedom.
Some feel they must fight for it, and all their hope, is gone.
Gone like some they have killed.