The evening shadows stretch long on the ground,
As I walk in the dusk slowly homebound,
Musing how time passed me by.
The sky turns scarlet, then velvety black;
One must go forward and never turn back…
Never… till it’s time to die…
Echoes of the past resonates inside,
Even in shadows past pain cannot hide;
Dried up tears cannot be shed.
I walk in shadows… I walk with shadows…
Whilst listening to faint, disturbing echoes
And the whispers of the dead.
© P. J. Oszmann (2003)
© Illustration created in Photoshop from archive (1942-44) photographs (2006)
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A chilling walk with shadows. The faint, disturbing echoes you hear are the voices of 6,000,000 plus Jewish people, reminding us to never let another holocaust take place. Powerful write, my friend.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.