Empty Shoes
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My unforgettable visit to the Holocaust Museum,
Washington, DC . . .
Those empty shoes before my eyes-
I hear their agony and cries.
Oh God, how could this ever be?
The feet they nestled once walked free.
All sizes, shapes, stood filled neath skies;
those empty shoes before my eyes,
they walked with purpose and with grace-
now thousands piled inside this space.
The lives they led, both young and old,
cut short by horrors then untold.
Those empty shoes before my eyes-
too hard to grasp and realize.
As I, behind this glass look in
and see humanity's dark sin,
my heart and soul are pained by whys-
those empty shoes before my eyes.
October 15, 2016
~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: My Take On The Holocaust
Sponsor: The Seeker
Judged: 10/17/2016
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
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