Trails...

Trails of tears following the footsteps of the one who forgot.

The ones who don't understand.
Towers of hatred.
Towers of memories.
The soft hand of freedom and entrapment.
Sounds of screams still shatter my ears.
Not from them but from those.
I loose myself inside the thoughts of others.
Holding back tears of trails of others.
They play like nothing happened.
Making the cut of sorrow deeper and more painful than any before.
Seeing only darkness when you open your eyes.
My eyes become shattered....

--Alec Belli (inspired by our trip to the Holocaust Memorial in Berlin)