The Train to Death

This poem was made not to make anyone feel bad or to insult people. Hope you enoyed :)

I'm cramped up in here

Not knowing where we're going

It stinks, it's humid

I can't breathe

The windows are so little

Everyone's crying including me

Are we going to get killed?

No one knows

Many people already died

We're hungry, thirsty, cold

And scared

The journey is long

A long worrying journey

I'm getting thinner

I feel dead and weak

The train stopped

Where are we?

I smell fire

I can hear more screaming

I know I was going to die

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

Anyone would panic in such a situation like this...being crowded onto a train, no one telling you where you'll be heading. Hiding secrets, making you constantly wonder what's coming next. After a certain while, you decide there's no reason to worry because you'll die along with all those other passengers...

[Another Relic]

You've captured the panic, anxiety and demoralization in the box cars well. They were dehumanized and suffered greatly before death took their souls. The horror of what they experienced can not be conveyed, it was an atrocity unimaginable.

I applaud you for bringing up the subject of WW2 on this memorial day. What met US soldiers eyes when they liberated the people of the many concentration camps could never be forgotten.

[GalaxyGhost]

Oh, this is so tense! I like how it is hellish and terrifying! It's also fascinating that there is animosity in the atmosphere you portrayed so well.

Line 11 & 12 should probably be separated, but other than that the poem is amazing!

[kenya smith]

I did not realize that line 11 and 122 was not separated, Thanks.

[GalaxyGhost]

Happy to help!