There not sleeping- Holocaust

 

Large lives

Lost in an instant

Gasping for breath

Praying for a way out

Lying on the cold ground

Hearing weak footsteps walk around

Leaving foot prints in the Ash

The Ash of a cousin of old friend

They fall over one by one

Like Dominos

Never being able to get up

Unless someone is there to help

But there was no one

They were to late

They were already too far gone

Once they get there

They try to awaken them

But their not sleeping