Night Found Poem

Anguish on their faces.

What are we going to do?

Not wanting to be separated.

Don’t think, Don’t stop, RUN!

Let’s hope we won’t regret it.

I can’t go on…

Darkness enveloped us.

We reached our destination.

 

References:

“found poem.”  Wiesel, Elie. Night. Hill & Wang, 2006. 66, 82, 86, 95, 103. Print.