Now and Then and WhenA Poem by Andrea GreeneI'm not worthy. Warning, this does revolve around the Holocaust so if you'd rather not then don't.6 million people Take everything you know about yourself Your fears, your dreams, the people you love, the things you never said, your favorite things, Take that vastness and multiply it By incomprehensible amounts This loss is not just a statistic. It is the people who lived the rest of their lives without the people who brought light to them The people who had to live never knowing or knowing all too well the people they lost It is not just the sacrifice But the heartbreak and struggle in its wake If you know loss If you've lost even one person close to you It's that sort of soul-crushing cannot-speak cannot-breathe Blank-look or racked with sobs Then imagine whole communities Families It is not just the people who lost their lives that is tragic It is the people who lost not their lives but everything They remain still haunted Imagine losing your mother. And your father. And your sibling. And your best friend. And your girlfriend, boyfriend, significant other. And the people you wish you'd gotten to know- They're all dead. All of them gone, never remembered in person, And these people had to pick up these shattered pieces of their lives and go on Some people didn't. Some people couldn't go on after losing one person in 6 million. I don't think I could. It is the collective tragedy And the losses generations back And the love lost And the one person and the many, many, many, many people And to think the same kind of hatred still occurs to this day I'm not mad I'm not scared I'm not saddened anymore No I'm just empty.
© 2018 Andrea GreeneAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAndrea GreeneVTAboutLove is blind. I still fall for it every time, though, so it's certainly got sosething over me. more..Writing
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