swinging and burning

i profusely apologize for how dark and semi-disturbing this is, i just finished reading 'Night' by Eli Weisel and was inspired.

i hate them for what they've done to you, for the

dark look in your once bright blue eyes, sparkling with

innocence and joy and youth

now dark and old and empty from seeing them

swing and burn

before your oh so young eyes, persecuted for

a belief that they held so innocently and so strongly, a belief

that you believed too.

and i don't understand what made them do it, or why

they chose you even though you were so very young, why

you were stolen from your innocent

runningthroughgreenfeildsbarefoot stage

and thrown into a world that was all too cruel to you, making you

watch their bodies become flames and spew black smoke, watch

them swing from the gallows for crimes they did not commit

while trying to hold onto something, anything, that would

explain why your young eyes were forced to see what are my

worst nightmares,

the dreams that made me scream were your piercing reality

that seemed to endure forever and never seemed to stop.

so when you come to me with tears in your old blue eyes

i don't know what to do or what to say

because nothing, nothing that i could ever say would ever

make what they did to you make sense,

you didn't deserve to watch them die anymore than they deserved

to die.