She was a young girl
With many hopes and dreams
Or at least
I think so
She lay in silence
Waiting for death's shadow
To pass by
Her window cill
She wrote a diary
To keep up
With the days
And with the nights
She had a faith
That could not be explained
With a few
Simple words
And she was discovered
And thrown on the gray
Freight train
Which led to hell on earth
Now she lives on
As a simple memory
And we cry
When we think of her
Pete Rivera
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anne-frank-3/
