Somedays
| Somedays I try to ponder Like what, it must have been; to live beneath the ashes of a sky that's closing in. To grow accustomed to shrieks within the night, the constant void within my craw, and to dread the coming light. Imagine I'm not a person, just a yellow crest. A prisoner of a badge, I wear upon my chest. My eyes are vacant windows. Near me, 6 million other souls laid bare, dirt the only shroud that Hitler lets us wear. Unearthed like worthless fossils and stacked into a pyre, now our decomposing flesh awaits the angry fire. Can we feel the burning in a place inside our mind? Does it hurt us half as much as those we've left behind? To survive may be a sentence of new death every day. Would I have had the strength? Or preferred to simply float away? Somedays this is too current. Could I waft into the wind? This is a frightening world that lies beneath a sky that's closing in. Written by Adrienne Lewis, a college student from Saginaw, Michigan. You may reach her regarding her poem at : adlewis@svsu.edu |
