messy wisdom

After Night by Elie Wiesel

Anguish
What had happened to me?
Prisoners
There they went,
Defeated
As if we had a choice
An open tomb
Empty and dead
A piercing cry
Alone in the world
Weak, frightened, vulnerable
Hunted down creatures
Silent, motionless
Souls condemned to wander
Was I still alive? Was I still awake?
Hell doesn’t last forever
Surely it was a dream