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Originally Posted by StreetAngel95
thank you so much!  unfortunately, i'm pretty stuck here. found it's been hard writing about love if you've never had a boyfriend.... |
haha i know what you mean..
here's one that i did for school..its a found poem that i made from Night by Elie Wiesel its called Shattered Alters but i made it a little different by adding lines that aren't in the book (guess its not a found poem then)
Why do you wear the yellow star?
I don't know.
It's not lethal...
Of what then did you die?
Why did i live?
I don't know.
In a world frought with peril
the joy in his eyes, gone...
He no longer sang.
They refused to listen.
Why didn't they listen?
I don't know.
He walks with his eyes cast down,
avoiding people's gaze.
Why do you pray?
Why do I pray? Strange question...
I don't know.
Oh God, master of the universe,
in you infinite compassion
have mercy on us.
Why did he do nothing?
Does he not love us too?
I don't know.
The alter was shattered.
The wall coverings shredded.
the walls themselves bare.
What happened here?
I don't know.