Holocaust

I wait,
for the Angel of
Death to come.
to take me away
from this wretched
world, that was
once full of beauty
and peace.
The ground is soiled
with blood and bodies.
The air is polluted
with smoke and ash.
I fear both day
and night.
during the day the
war rages on till
night.
At night you hear
the screams of
the injured crying
in pain.
I pray for the
Angel of Death
to take me
away from this
place of
sin and suffering

--Mia, 15