A holocaust:
Nerves no more carrying the impulse
veins have drained the blood
Skin has become pale
humid everywhere
Throbbing with in.
It’s a holocaust:
Dreams are dark
Feelings are dry
Thoughts have no words
Frigid everywhere.
And again:
The rays of life
The sheen of love
Beckons,
Singing a new melody
In a depth unfathomed,
Sprouting the seed to bud.
I ask within:
To meet another holocaust?
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