Dead Memories
Dead Memories
This poem describes the feelings that Elie Wiesel must have felt when he was liberated in 1945 from Buchenwald.
This place around me,
Still feels like a cage,
The bombs are camouflage,
For what resembles rage.
The dead memories from my past,
Come alive at night,
And tries to rip me apart,
With all their might.
When I got away,
I could only go so far
Because……..
I will always wear these scars.
I couldn't face a life,
Without your light,
But that was all ripped apart,
When you refused to fight.
And the angels lie,
To keep control,
Because…..
Satan stole your soul.
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