The blood
The deaths The injuries, The ear-throbbing Noise of planes Flying over head Every second From 1939 To 1945, Who knows Everything that Happened. The Jews The families The communities, All destroyed Because of One person With the power Of controlling The conversations Held on the streets All over the world. The endless days Never knowing When they Would all be free. Giving up everything Just to hope For survival. The lies The secret chambers The gas, Killing millions Like bouncy balls Popping on a Knife in the ground This was the war World War Two
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My eyes open,
but I don't see. I touch the surface below me, yet I don't feel. Now, after so long In this icy silence I am straining to hear; Yearning for even the faintest creak Or tap. Yet, No matter How much I listen, My ears are still Stuffed with cotton. A breath, Then a groan. I turn my head, And it is completely silent Except for my own breath. My eyes open, It is completely dark. An endless void That yawns and threatens To swallow me, but instead It bears it's shiny teeth. I sit up, shielding My eyes from the Blinding light. My Window is waiting. I look down at my watch and realize... I'm late for school. SHADOWS
Abi P. My eyes are filled with shadows. Knowing what I see. The world is full of darkness, That force my eyes to close. My eyes are filled with shadows. From mistakes that we have made. Forgetting that the only world we have, Is the one that we are standing on. My eyes are filled with shadows. The sun is blocked from view. An umbrella of theft, regret and sins, Shields my eyes from light. My eyes are filled with shadows. Knowing what I see. What has the world come to. That my eyes are too dark to see. The things we have done, Have filled my eyes with shadows. |
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