Fri, 01/31/2020 - 16:45 -- kask20

I am watching,

waiting for the horror to end, 

for them to believe in me.


I am screaming as the trees

arch over

to tear me out of their hearts.


I am homeless.

No one remembers me.


I am the one

who can do nothing

but offer myself to them.


I am hope.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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I wrote this while my history class was learning about the Holocaust. I was inspired by the true bravery and sheer torture those taken to concentration camps endured, and I wanted to convey both the horror of the event and the inner conflicts within the hearts of the sufferers. 

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