Holocaust eyes peering through the darkness,
a membrane of despair covering my harrowing
lacerated eyes looking for my G-d, Hashem,
lonely eyes, dripping anguished disbelief,
as shards of unbearable sadness slip down my
scarred face, off the cliff of battered flesh and
into a Void where all dreams vanish, end.
Still, I search for my G-d, Hashem,
as my eyes peer through the darkness
and I see
only broken glass and 6 million bones
scattered across the human wasteland.
I remember Kristallnacht, the
Night of Broken Glass, and the
I shall never forget the past, for I
see with Holocaust eyes.