I recently submitted basically an essay regarding my view of the Holocaust. This entry is a poem to wrap up my emotions since I was still emotionally charged after writing my first piece.

Africa: there is hope in your future.

Learn to stop, to look, to listen, in order to discern what you learn.

An addict ponders new birth.

The groaning oak door revealed darkness like none I had seen before. In this gapping chasm I could sense life.

As we become more comfortable in society, it seems we become more fascinated with the horrific. This is a very dangerous trend that devalues human life.

Feel all emotions that will shake every corners of your anxiety.

In October of 2006, my best friend and I got into a horrific car accident, although we were fortunate enough to walk away. This sestina tried to capture both the events and emotional register of that night.