Silence: A Poem Inspired by Night, by Elie Wiesel

No more light.
No more warmth.

Cold?

No.

Silence…

Eerie.

A corpse.

Look at me.

This is not me.

It’s different.

It’s horrible.

A figment of madness.

Of death.

Of pain.

Why?

Quiet.

Staring.
I can’t look.

I can’t see.

It’s not there.

Nothing.

But- shoes.

Piled.

Lying there.

Empty.

Without souls,

For they have been

Taken away.

Still there?

Gone.

Monsters.

Nothing comes.

Death.

Silence…