GamingRooster

7065 pts · August 8, 2016

if you ever need to make a poem for the book "Night" feel free to use this, its written by yours truly. Running in the Night written by GamingRoosterLDU As I sit here in the cold, I wonder what my future will hold, Whether it be a painful death, And will I scream with my final breath? As I sit here in the cold, I wonder will I grow old, Will I die in this place, Fore I am out of god’s grace, As I sit here in the snow, I reflect on all that I know, I know that god is with us no longer, And our faith starts to wander, As I sit here in the snow The soldier’s cruelty grow To beat us is all they seem want And we show that in our faces, for we are all gaunt. As I sit here starving I think “when will it all be starting” When will they decide, they want us no more, And let the crows caw, As I sit here starving, They Begin the marking, Of those who can continue to run and those who have an appointment with the Reaper, And all our spirits sink even deeper, We should have listened to Moshe for he knew what our future would hold But we did not listen for we still had the innocent minds of old we should have run like we do now, We should have fled to the place where we could live our life out, without fear of our death and no fear of the ones who sought to kill us we would be safe without a doubt, now we run, in pain, in the cold, to our end, and in our world, there was no room for a friend. The wind was a howling, And the gun shots are sounding, As another person fell, To give a message to the red army that none of us wanted to tell, The wind was cold, We had no one’s hand to hold, We ran on and on into the night, where we could all scream in frights, as the soldiers pushed us on, night after night, Snow kept on falling And we joined the snow calling, Calling to those who still ran, for an end The snow kept falling and we did not stop, not even to help a friend The snow kept on falling and we kept on running, There was no energy left to be cunning, To a glorious escape Because if we did, death would be our fate. They kept us running into the night, Not even for a bite, But of course, there was no food left to spare, But they did not care, The solders did not care one bit, the kept us on track, And we did not turn back, To look at all we had lost But deep down we knew the cost But they kept us running, into the night If you do use this to enter in a contest please credit me.