Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Counting Candles

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
Little lights, gliding ghosts,
Thousands and thousands and so many more.
Each one a story.
Each one a life.

Wasted.

Wasted away.

People are not trash. You cannot simply throw them away!

Ah, but they did.
The incinerator burned so bright.

Brighter than these candles.

One day, there will be no survivors left.
All the wax of the candles, melted.

One day, no one will be left to count these candles.



Join the Discussion

This article has 1 comment. Post your own now!

Passion4This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Mar. 1, 2012 at 7:59 pm
I feel like i really conected with this poem, because you told me the refrence beforehand. I love your style. Just a tip though, maybe tie the real life holocaust into your poem somehow to clarify that this is what your talking about. If u know what i mean. :) but otherwise, i love it!
 
Site Feedback