Hemorrhage hopes
of undying days
curse my notions
of unpretentious
ways. Leaving numbered brands
and mental recollections
of submissively basking
in a syndicate
of dismal dreams-
dreams plundered from your yearning
souls solicited to succumb
to mocking snickers
from merciless men
inhaling power
through the smoke of the
men, women, and children
lost in the enraged flames.
Withdrawing from your recurring
dream of your haunting past,
you awake to your monotonous life-
family and friends,
rising from the chambers
forsaken in your sleep.
Author notes
about the Holocaust...
Written March 6th, 2005
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Odd, I get this feeling every year around tax time.
Actually, you have a way with impactful imagery. Not sure, I read horror here, or depression/angst/anger? Horror tends to need starker imagery imho. On the other hand, I am assuming that is what you were going for and that might be my preconceived notion, not your intention.
In any case you have done well with this for one so young. You have good poetic instincts. I enjoyed reading your work.
Peace,
~RJ~
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