*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*

*-----------------------------------------------------*

*-----------inside, we are equal,-----------------*

*------------inside, we are together.------------*

*---------night may never lift,-------------------*

*-----------hell may fall forever upon us,------*

*------but together we are, simple as this.----*

*-----------------------------------------------------*

*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*


Author's Note: This poem was an assignment for a book called Night: Survivor of the Holocaust by Elie Wiesel (and a true story), given by my S.E.A.. teacher Mrs. Mofield. I was supposed to use all the letters of night to make the poem, like in those things where you see

Nothing's left
Inside of me, so I
Gather my personal
Hell and abyss
Together for tonight.

. . . but I cheated. That's okay, though, because it turned out quite nicely.

I made it look like a stamp on purpose. If it doesn't come out right on your computer, then pretend it did, and tell me what you think! I love constructive criticism.

~Rébecca