Notes: Whoa, is this old, well, 1 year old, but it seems as it's been a while. I'm not really a poem kinda person. But it was for a project I had to do on a book. Well, my teacher loved it, and all went well.
I wrote for the book "Night". It's very sad, about the holocaust, go figure.

Oh dear god, hear my prayer,
for all of us that wasn't fair,
cold and heartless were our haters,
as our ashes drift into air.
Please, oh please, oh hear my plea.
Help me wake, help me flee.
Days of work, hour per hour,
as Night falls with all it's power.
Wish me luck, wish me well,
wish they would've gone to hell.
Now it's over, can't you see?
All that awaited me...