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It’s just a nightmare that I’ll be waking from soon.
The smell of death isn’t real
Death’s cold bony fingers; aren’t wrapped around my throat.
The aching pain inside my body begging me for food; really isn’t there.
All these people like zombies starving and lifeless.
Shouts and blows from men in good clothes
“Get to work you lazy vermin!”
Just a nightmare I’ll be waking from soon.
This whole thing is a lie it really isn’t real.
I watch myself from outside my body.
I used to be strong,
Now I’m weak and useless.
It wasn’t just a nightmare. It really was real.
The fire was real that burned me from outside.
What life was left in me all went up in smoke.
The suffering was real, now... it’s all over.
- Title: Nightmare. a fathers denial
- Artist: Omnicrex
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Description:
I wrote this poem for a Exam project. the project was based on the holocaust.
It's /based/ on the point of view from the father of Elie Wiesel in his book 'Night' Through out the beginning he was in constant denial, as were many others, about what was going on.
that was my inspiration for this poem.
Please. feel free to tell me what you think of it! - Date: 01/28/2009
- Tags: nightmare
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Comments (3 Comments)
- KitanaWolfblood - 04/27/2009
- You know I was going to post a sample of the first one two lines rewritten but I don't want to offend you. Sorry.
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- KitanaWolfblood - 04/27/2009
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I like the idea behind the poem. However I wouldn't recommend spelling it out quite so clearly as you did. Maybe unraveling bit by bit as his illusion fades.
See the example in the above post. - Report As Spam
- QueenJenn - 01/29/2009
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That's liek, the ttly bst poum evr! [/loser]
I liikee iiitt~ Very well written. Yay blue!<3 - Report As Spam