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Return to Auschwitz
The night of our visit to Auschwitz, I wrote:
This is unreal reality
A feeling empty and remote
I should devote eternity
To this colossal sense of loss
Instead I am confused, annoyed
I had prepared for other moods
For sadness, for insanity
But not this calm, horrific void
The hurt will surely come in time
With madness, anger, even tears
And I shall welcome these old friends
Whose touch I do no longer fear
Tonight my feelings are all wrong
I long to bring the sting of pain
Again to feel alive, aware
It is the numbness I can’t bear
And yet I hope the sun will rise
Once more to warm humanity
To bind the wounds and heal the scars
Of this unreal realty
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