another assignment, this one i was given information about a child in the holocaust and i was to write a poem from her perspective. this childs name was Renate Wolff.
i am a prisoner.
i hear gun shots and screams.
i see walking dead, it seems.
i say nothing, because there are no words left.
i cry, because i want to fly with the birds.
i am nobody to them.
i am surviving slowly.
i want to go home with my family.
i need a place to pray.
i hope ill be free someday.
i fear i will not see
i am wishing to be set free.
i am one of the few alive.
i feel i may actually survive.
i try to find a way out.
i wonder if ill ever find that route.
i dream of blue skies outside these gates.
i am a victim
of fate.
-rachelleeashlee<3.
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