Nocturnal silence,
as I marched and marched,
worked and worked.
Living by the day
overcome by inhuman weariness.
On the threshold of death
the need for survival
gnawing my insides,
sleep without rest,
seeking oblivion.
The inhumanness burned me
though I gagged myself,
terror overcame me.
Bitterness for loss,
no comfort was offered.
Despair and hope
struggling inside me.
Never ending night
took so many lives,
violent acts I have seen
stole my innocence.
I will pity, remember
all those who went blindly,
to meet their cold deaths.
Author notes
I had to write a poem in the view of a young person going through the Holocaust. This is what I came up with. Thoughts?
Please tell me what you think
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this is great, really felt this one, great job
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So very sad. I love this, Kaitlyn. I always try to branch out and write things from my perspective, imagining what it would have been like for me. I think you did a wonderful job here. You have such a way with words. Very heartfelt.
-Ryan
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Cold and confusing
You did absolutely wonderful with this poem. A few months ago I did a project on the Halocaust, and I found a rather interesting site that had stories written by the soldiers who experienced walking through death camps and seeing the horrors with their own eyes. It's rather amazing. The point is, regarding those stories, one in particular I'm reminded of when reading this poem. The man wrote about a boy who he met when the soldiers took over a death camp that was abandoned by the Germans and the prisoners were left to starve. Well, he talked about the boy, and how he spent time with him. He gave the boy a simple piece of chocolate. The boy didn't understand what it is, yet he finally took a bite after the soldier ate some. The writer had difficulty explaining how unimaginably awestruck the boy was by the simple pleasures a bar of chocolate had on the boys young taste buds. That small part of his story had a huge effect on me and gave me a more understanding view on the death camps. Sometimes.. you just don't quite have a grasp on your realization until a simple thing like a bar of chocolate comes into play. Only then does your mind take hold of the information.
This was a great poem with a lot of heart and feeling
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