Fifty Years Later

   Fifty Years Later
I am stuck
in blackness.
A realization
of these unfathomable
deaths.

6 million lives
destroyed ...

All because of
man's inhumanity to man.
All because of
insanity.

I cannot comprehend
the images
I see.
The desperate eyes,
the aging faces.
Cracked with suffrage
and sorrow.

Engrained somewhere ...
(perhaps in memory?)

My tear-stained cheeks
scream
and betray me.
I am tortured
by the past and
its factual nightmares.

To survive this obscenity;
how could one forget?

When life was abuse.
When fate was the end.
And hope,
hope was a teardrop.

by S. L., Seekonk, MA