writing Turmoil

[Gone for good 1,593]

 

 

Eighth of May, Nineteen Forty Five: the great victory in Europe day!

The monsters and demons who sought to create absolute hell were at last overthrown by liberty's bell!

The horrors and tortures from die fuhrer were now considered former;

thanks in part due to the the democratic reformers!

Over 1800 days of peace have passed,

but I still don a dark psychological cast.

 

 

 

Anything that was pure, anything that was innocent;

all violated for the excuse of power.

All citizens and immigrants; they were all disposable instruments to implement infinite control.

People having the seams and joyful beams of hope forcefully torn from their dreams to never return!

I heard nothing but screams of agony and the sickening giggles of those in charge!

What I witnessed was truly abhorrent.

Men, women, children, and anything alive at the moment,

all had a truly chilling fate that makes being hanged, drawn, and quartered  appear as mercy killing.

 

 

 

It is painful to accept the affects of the sins I have committed that I no doubt regret

Each and every day the pain in me is set ablaze as I hide my face in shame

I was in and fear turmoil. My bruised mind geared me to listen to him;

but that's not a valid excuse. There will never be a solid reason for those callous actions,

nor will there ever be true forgiveness for our morbid sins against humanity as a whole.

 

So yeah I'm making a short film about a poet and to really get his psychology and personality down I'm attempting to master the art of poetry or at the very least understand the art to the point that I have a proper understanding of how to make this character real. So because the film deals with serious topics, I decided to write an array of poems that deal with serious historical events. This one, as I'm sure you can see, deals with the holocaust which is without a doubt one of the worst things that has ever happened. I did a lot of research on the terrible events and I spent a few weeks just trying to figure out how the character in the poem would feel on the inside.

 

Go absolutely insane critiquing this, though. Considering the events that transpired, if there is anything wrong with this at all I don't honestly know what I'd do but any issues either in terms of writing or history please point out.