What I remember most...
Is the pain
The feeling of a starving stomach,
Disease eating away at the husk of your body,
The silent pained cries of my own and those around me
It was always so cold...
The floor,
The air,
Our bodies,
The people around me
The work was strenuous;
More than once I saw worker die,
For they could no longer do what little was saving them from death...
I will never forget the pleads and cries that would ring throughout camp upon the trains arrival,
How families were torn apart
Some died immediately,
Whether by gun or gas chamber;
It never really mattered though,
For all that mattered was that they were dead, as they were said to be of no use
I sometimes wish I did there,
I along with my name would be forgotten,
Like so many others were
But if I died there,
Than I wouldn't be able to share this story;
The story of what I remember
If you haven't realized this yet, this poem is based on the Holocaust. From the perspective of a Jewish survivor when they were in a death camp. This was originally a school assignment; but I was really proud of this. So now it is apart of this collection.
~TeardropTeen
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Skull Full Of Marigolds~Poetry Collection
Poesía❝My brain is full of Marigolds and Pain❞ ;A poetry collection of pain, heartbreak, stress, and struggle. Pls read; ~Cover art- made by me ~Poems- made by me ~Please do NOT repost These works will touch on the following: ~Insecurities ~Disphoria/Di...
