Last Petal

May 5, 2017
By Wendy Tapia BRONZE, Kennett Square, Pennsylvania
Wendy Tapia BRONZE, Kennett Square, Pennsylvania
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Is it hard for them
To decide who dies
To choose who lives
Or is it harsh for us
To predict our death

Family are like petals
All put together to form
A rose, that has to be
broken apart, fearing,
Wondering who will be
The last petal standing

You never know who’s next
The fear of being torn
Apart from a rose
That was once bright red
And alive

No, you can’t trust anyone
They can be the reason
For our death
But can we
Be the reason
For their death

You're the last petal standing
Your happy that you lived
But you feel guilty that
You could've shared
Sunlight with our family
The rest of your life.
But with one petal standing
We can’t form
A red rose

The author's comments:

This poem was inspired for all the lives that were taken away In the Holocaust world war 2


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