Don´t cry, Don´t waste your tears…
Not cry?
We´re on the threshold of death.
Electrified barbed wire,
Crematories,
Shotguns,
Black gallows,
Lashes of the whip.
I try not to cry.
But piercing sobs and screams become hysterical,
The usual.
I try not to cry, I really do.
But the fear is the flame…
I see flames, huge flames!
No, I feel them.
My soul, invaded, devoured by a black flame.
Fear.
Your poem is very powerful and moving. There were many deep parts that made you want to keep reading. Your wording choices fit very nicely throughout the whole poem. Your sentences flowed nicely. Good job!
ReplyDeleteHi Lizzy! Your poem is amazing! It perfectly explains the inner battle that most of the victims went through. The images you used made me feel helpless, in a good way! It's like I couldn't do anything to prevent the flames from consuming them, that I just had to stand by and watch everyone die. Your images were very powerful, great job!
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