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Holocaust : I Looked Out at Life with Holocaust Eyes.



Poem about Holocaust : I Looked Out at Life with Holocaust Eyes. :




I looked out at life with Holocaust eyes

And what better did I know that I had been

looking through the lens of guilt and affliction,

Seeing life amiss and askew through my Holocaust guilt,

This fatal flaw was burning in my eyes

and how it lay siege to my Jewish heart,

A Greek tragedy in the making all of these years,

The guilt rose from deeply sealed vaults

inside my Jewish eyes and heart,

I could not help but see life through my Holocaust eyes,

Until these Holocaust pangs smoldered and burned

its acrid smoke in my eye sockets,

I peeled away its painful gauze and ace bandages,

My eyes had once lamented over the Holocaust afflictions,

But now I could see with clarion eyes and feel anew

with my Jewish heart by virtue of Holocaust healing balm,

As it clarified the lens, fluid and muscles of my eyes,

And now this healing balm paved a shimmering path within me,

For my Jewish heart to emerge and then shine its splendor

outwards on straight and forward path of life.



By
Alan Freshman






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