Counting Candles

January 31, 2012
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Little lights, gliding ghosts,
Thousands and thousands and so many more.
Each one a story.
Each one a life.


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.

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Passion4 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. 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!
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