I wrote this after reading Night by Elie Wiesel. It's a dedication to him and his novel. I wrote this myself for my english honors project.
Up in smoke,
goes my mother and little brother.
The smell of burning flesh,
Affects me like no other.
Up in smoke,
goes strangers that will never see,
Their beloved family and friends,
Or what they could be.
Up in smoke,
going up towards the heaven,
goes my faith,
that i will never again,
believe in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The smell of burning flesh Affects me like no other.. that's a haunting line... i really liked this poem a lot, it's something a lot of people have had to face in one form or another... the loss of a loved one is always a tragedy, but when it is through something horrifying like a fire or a murder etc... it definetely challenges the faith of those who believe