We are lined up
The SS yelling as we stand
My dead eyes stare at the ground
Lifeless, I feel lifeless
The bricks my work, the stale bread my family meal, the tattered scraps of cloth my clothes.
This is my life and always will be until the day I am thrown into the fire
I can no longer cry, I miss emotions
Angry, joyful, fearful, I am deprived of th things that make me who I am,
human. Instead I am a dog a pig that can't feel or think.
The whips and clubs no longer hurt me for I am already broken. My soul has left my in this world, I am fading, fading away.
The darkness will never leave me I am trapped in the black never to see the light of day
Yes I Am one with the night
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Little poems
PoetryThese are some poems I have written. I like feedback so please comment or give suggestions. Some of the poems are sad so if you can't handle it I wouldn't recommend reading some Thanks - kittycat1037
