|A More Personal Second World War
Author: glambertcello PM
A Poem.Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy - Words: 214 - Published: 01-05-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3089461
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A More Personal Second World War
I was not entirely oblivious;
I knew something was seriously wrong.
Her very own Hitler was brutally attacking her,
Singling her out like the Jews.
However, America was much like myself.
They could not have known the
Extent of the abuse
Since Holocausts were unheard of.
I had never had a friend who
Had been in an abusive relationship.
I didn't recognize the signs.
I couldn't have recognized them.
It ended her life,
Much like the victims
Of Hitler's hateful rampage.
We were not necessarily close;
Acquaintances whenever we were not
With our group of friends.
She was only a single member of my friends,
Like a single group in Europe,
One that I politely acknowledged,
But was not as attached to.
Still, I feel as though
It was my responsibility.
To stand up for her.
As the America of my companions,
I would have been strong enough
To keep him away,
Shield them from his hateful ways.
But I didn't realize the monster he was.
Not until she was already gone.
He took her life,
Without any grief or care,
Ending her sentence in the smoke stacks.
I should have stepped in sooner.
I could have saved her.
Instead, all I did
Was earn myself eternal guilt.