Extinguished
Bent over like trees in a storm,
Shoulders sagging,
Sad eyed angels,
Night was falling rapidly.
Blessed be God’s name,
Children cried for water,
Sweat rolled down my back,
I had no more strength.
Blessed be God’s name,
Wind lashed us like a whip,
We saw a black gallows,
I felt a great void opening.
Blessed be God’s name,
A small red flame,
Covered with snow,
An even darker night.
-Zoe Benitez
Phrases from Night by Elie Wiesel
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ReplyDeleteZoe, I like how your title fits with all your lines. This is really an amazing poem Zoe.
ReplyDeleteZoe,
ReplyDeleteThe poem is very visual and I enjoyed that. The passages you chose weren’t as sad as the others but gave a message of slight hope. It was really good.