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Auschwitz

Although I survived those years, I died.
From my mother and father I was taken;
And through moist nights I have cried,
Harboring a faith forever shaken.

I died at Auschwitz that day,
Yet here I stand before you now,
Alive and well—so they say,
Though I don’t know how.

The long nights’ terror remains,
Stealing sleep from my eyes,
Keeping me locked in chains.
At night, I hear dead cries

As though they still live!
But I know they too died there,
And that, I cannot forgive.
We survivors live unspoken prayers,

Grieve for long-dead friends,
Hope for the silent God to peak
Because only His word transcends
What terror and screams bespeak.

Those dead no longer breathe,
Nor laugh or cry in pain,
In hatred they no longer seethe,
For, unlike mine, their faith remains.

Only A Fool

But not without an evil glint in her eyes
She falls to the floor and simply cries -
Only a fool would put out a sunrise!

Love, no longer withstanding,
Sacrifice to loss only bearing
Hate, from she, strongly infiltrating

She crawled to an edge from a stair -
Fighting the urge to pull at her hair -
Stared down, and willfully leapt from there.

Light, as it was coming so abruptly -
Blocking out the Sun, oh so boldly -
Flushing out life, so very, very firmly!

Suspended still in the moment
She had no time for one last lament:
Being so stuck in that complacent instant.

From the brink she bounded -
Being quite the dumb-founded,
From the verge she resounded:

Such, as it was, a spiteful surprise
When she learned of her weary demise ---
She had put out the sunrise.

Walls

Whatever the walls may be
They always will hear
Everything you'll say to me
Because they're constantly there

All the deepest secrets,
All the ones I told-
You and they will forever hold.

Thanks for listening
For being you
For sharing

I opened the door
You placed in those walls
So many years before

My journey's guide,
Once more you are here
To open that door in our wall wide

I'll always be here, too
Within these walls
Holding the door for you

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