A month late...

Ok so it has been over a month since I last posted. Sorry about that. Just haven't been in a mood to write, but now I am feeling slightly back to normal. I have revised "War of Persicution" but since it has been a month since I last posted I will put up the old version, the new version, then the poem that I will edit next. I do have to say I am glad to be back and blogging. I am hoping I can keep it up. I need to work on my self-discipline I guess. As I have stated before that is what this blog is helping with also, not just poetry. So without further ado... here are the poems in the order that I have already stated.

Original Version:

War of Persecution

To the left, to the right.

Which is the better sight?

To the left, to the right.

Will I see the end of the night?

To the left, to the right.

Either way may be a terrible sight.

To the left, to the right.

Will I see the tunnel of light.

Nazis, Nazis every where.

Oh what a terrible sight.

I never thought it was hard to be a Jew,

Until Hitler came anew.

Now all I hear is this sad tune:

To the left, to the right.

My fate is coming soon.

I hear the Nazi say “ You to the right.”

Oh, will I see the light?

I find myself standing in a camp full of fear and sorrow.

I guess this is the best of the whole horror.

I find myself wondering what was to the left.

I wonder what I have left.

I am given little food,

How can they be so crude?

Such little water to drink.

Each day I seem to shrink.

I am roused at the break of day,

To work till there is nothing I can say.

Oh, the torture, the misery!

How can all this be?

I keep wondering about those to the left,

Oh, what was to the left?

Was right the better deal?

How could all this be so real?

The days take forever to pass,

And I seem to run out of energy, out of gas.

When will this torture end?

When will I see my friends again?

Alas! The war is over,

Just like a four leave clover.

Out of the unfortunate luck,

I'm pulled out of the muck.

Kayla Goodwin

No Original Date

Revised Version:

War of Persecution

To the left, to the right.

Which is the better sight?

To the left, to the right.

Will I see the end of the night?

To the left, to the right.

Either way may be a terrible sight.

To the left, to the right.

Will I see that famous tunnel of light.

Nazis, Nazis every where.

Oh what a terrible sight.

I never thought it was hard to be a Jew,

Until Hitler came into view.

Now all I hear is this sad tune:

To the left, to the right.

My fate is coming soon.

I hear the Nazi say “ You! To the right.”

Oh dear! Will I see it through this night?

I find myself standing in a camp full of fear and sorrow.

I guess this is the best of the whole horror.

I find myself wondering what was to the left.

I wonder what I have left.

I am given little food,

How can they be so crude?

Such little water to drink.

Each day I seem to shrink.

Everyday I arise,

Forced to do work that I soon despise.

Oh, the torture, the misery!

How can all this be?

I keep wondering about those to the left,

Oh, what was to the left?

Was right the better deal?

How could all this be so real?

The days tick slowly by

As my energy depletes I look up to the sky.

When will this torture end?

When will I see my friends again?

Just when I feel as if I can't hold on any more,

Our saviors come and pick us up off these filthy floors.

The war is over!

This torture is over!

Kayla Goodwin

Revised July 19, 2009

Next Poem to be edited:

Reach for the Sky

Reach for the sky, for that's where your true passions lie.

Soar over all your problesm no matter how hard they seem, for there you find your true dream.

Reach for the stars, for then you find who you really are.

Never give up, never let go, for all the wisdom you shall know.

Reach for the sky, for your heart and passion lie up high.

Only if you reach, reach for the stars no matter if it seems to far.

Kayla Goodwin

January 28, 2004

Well I think that does it for today. Until next time, even if it is a month, keep writing.