HOLOCAUST


Happy to embrace death. What in my world is left. Walking through the destruction of the piles of poor souls. Carved in stone the names that death has stole. Burying bodies and throwing souls into the unknown. The black abyss beyond the light of the candlestick. Desperate screams of disbelief. Alone in the darkness weeps. "We're never going home."

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I wrote this poem years ago. After watching the history of the world war two holocaust.