Talking Frank

she hid like a little mouse with windows barred to block the light and peering eyes she grew in that sunless cage from adolescent dreams to a women's longing fought with insecurity penning her hopes on humanity that had drifted away she wrote with anticipation filled with yearning to understand such cruelty with no answers she searched why what had they done would they ever know in the night they came with weapons fixed swinging slurs to wound her soul they gave her a star and a ticket to take a train new adventures from which she'd never return the star soon replaced by numbers carved into tender skin and she cried for her father she was the child of her mother and of her mother's mother she was the remains of sanity she stared at the camp not a children's thing with ponies and playgrounds but with gas chambers and crematoriums and she cried for herself for her family and for the world as they led her inside she penned last words still trying to understand through her tears but there was to be no understanding and in the end they laid her bones uncerimoniously in pits filled to the brim with lost dreams lost lives and failed hope...