Poems

Indistructable

This is a poem I wrote about the Book Thief for my ISU Creative component for English.
Himmel Street was quiet the night the bombs hit.
Everyone was sleeping, everyone except for a young girl we know as Liesel Meminger.
She was tucked away in her basement slowly falling asleep
After rereading her book for the thousandth time
Making sure all the details of her life were perfect.
She did not hear the bombs that night in fact nobody did.
In the morning the street was filled with rubble.
Last nights bombing caused utter destruction.
Himmel Street was no more and the body count was rising by the minute.
There was no hope for survivors.
But as the sun shone through the crevasses of a house that had fallen
If you look close enough you could see a blond head of hair.
And as the searchers lift the rubble off of what they expect to be another dead body the cry for joy for this little girl was alive.
Liesel was afraid,confused and she felt no joy.
As she clutched her life story to her chest like it was her only salvation
She was scared
And all she saw were bodies
Lined up in rows
It was the second body she looked at closely
That made her stop in her tracks,drop her book and fall to the ground.
For the second body lying limp
Was no other than Rudy Steiner
Her best friend,boy next door.
And now he was the boy whose hair would forever be the colour of lemons.
Liesel begs for him to wake up
But he dose not
As she gets up to leave
She scans the faces of people she once knew that are now dead.
She does a double take when she sees
The two people who became her family
Lying amongst the dead
It has to be a mistake
But it is no mistake
Because in 1943
Death is everywhere
And it seems to be indestructible