Poems

Elie's Transformation in Night

***Note from Author: Before you read this poem, I highly recommend that in order for you to fully understand it, you read Night by Elie Wiesel. (Summary from eNotes.com: "Elie Wiesel meets Moshe the Beadle in Sighet, Romania in 1941. With Moshe's guidance, Elie begins studying the Torah and Jewish mysticism, but his faith is tested when police deport Moshe to Poland. On the way there, the Germans stop the train car and massacre the passengers. Moshe manages to escape and tell the people of Sighet about the Gestapo, but no one believes his tales of horror." Overall, it is a non-fiction story about a Holocaust survivor.) Thank you my beloved readers!

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I am hopeful and consumed by faith

I wonder why my father is worried

I hear the beautiful, lovely sounds of children quickly running in the crowded streets

I see deadly wires surrounding my beloved home and family

I want to be saved by Allah, my eternal God

I am hopeful and consumed by faith

I am a hopeless and different person

I pretend to be okay, even though I am not

I feel lost in time as I try to find my way out

I touch my father's broken heart and dehumanized soul

I worry about my very ill father

I cry for our fate and what will happen next

I am a hopeless and different person

I am lost for eternity and hurt by everyone

I understand nothing regarding what is happening to my fellow Jews

I say I believe in Allah, my forever serving God

I dream of a better life in the darkest parts of my mind

I try to hold on to the parts that make me human

I hope to survive through these extremely hard times

I am lost for eternity and hurt by everyone

I am dehumanized and insensitive

I feel like I have been slaughtered, destroyed, and exterminated repeatedly

I dream of more rations of tasty, hot soup melting in my dehydrated mouth

I worry about my poor health and my mental state of mind

I cry for myself, no longer caring about the loving family I once had

I hear the lethal faint sound of the desensitizing cracks of a whip

I am dehumanized and insensitive