The Chambers

Take me to the Chambers

Where there is no light

Take me to a place

On this fateful night

Take me to the chamber

Where no one breathes

Take me there

so I can't see

There are buckets

Above our heads

Gasses were filling the room

I can't breath

I feel pain inside

One by one

People are falling to the ground

They're screaming

To let them out

God have mercy on our souls

Men and Women

Are gone away

Everyone is dead

I'm in the chamber

On the floor

Dead and gone away

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

As I read this, I pictured a man stuck in a dungeon as his family or village is being massacred. I enjoyed your raw emotion and accurate telling of good thoughts!

[GalaxyGhost]

This poem reminds me of the horrors of WW2 and your poem seems to capture the terror that seemed to have happen in the gas chambers. It's a horrible time in history. (Line 7 needs a space in there, I think.)