Life and Death

Flowers grow amid the remains of the gas chamber at Auschwits.
The barracks and the dungeons are quiet as the seasons sweep by.
The dead lay silent below.

An old man is sitting near me,
he tells the tales of the past,
how the guards would toss slices
of bread to the prisoners and laugh,
how the smoke from the crematoria
billowed againist the moon.

He wears a remnant of the night that was:
a long row of numbers forever marches across
the inside of his forearm.

How strange it is to think this ever occurred.
The flowers at Auschwitz swat gently in the wind.
No one is there to admire them

Hmm another nice piece but i am having a hard time to read it..
break it into verse.. ^^ so it's easier to read it..

ok,RayMe,
I'm done and I hope it's easier to read.

yes it's much easier now i can enjoy the poem fully now ty ^^

no. thank you
I'm glad that people help me with my poems like the students in poetry class,
the teacher and other students help me^_^

That was awsome!You know your a great writer?It would be kinda cool if you were famous!

hehehe.. yeah! make yourself famous here Forgotten..
its a good start..

me famous?
I'm not that good of a writer I'm only a beginner and I still need help.