Shadows of the Past

The shadows of the past
Pursue me yet,
Nightmares of Auschwitz,
The six million dead,
Haunting dreams,
Tossing, turning in my bed,
Waken in the morn,
Drenched in a cold sweat,
Those shadows of the past,
I can never, ever forget...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz