The worst 12 years of my life,
The years I was born into,
The pain I was brought up in.
My brother, my sister,
mother and father,
are dead.
I'm still alive,
Because I don't look like them,
Like the ones they were after.
Father went to the first
Ever
Concentration camp.
And he was one of the first to die.
He couldn't
Handle it.
He couldn't bare all of
The pain,
The torture.
Mother was taken away,
to where,
we will never know.
Brother joined a group one night,
that night was his last.
We never saw him again.
That left my sister and I.
They came one day,
Took her,
Left me,
Because I don't look like them.
I don't look like the ones they were
After.
YOU ARE READING
Darkest Times
PoetryYou might not have a difficult life, but millions of others do. They might seem like they're alone, but they're not. The darkest times of our lives are the ones that will stay with us forever.
