Whips and blood

Holocaust sufferers were whipped to do manual labor.

My back is numb

My body is aching

I can hear the  crack of the whip

Being Inflicted on me

There is blood flying everywhere

I can not keep my eyes open

I feel like I'm dying

Due to blood loss

Most of my skin is gone

I can not scream anymore

What am I doing wrong?

Are they whipping me for no reason?

I can feel myself, slowly, dying

I looked in their eyes

One last time

With fear and tears

  

Each blow is getting worse

I am near death

I'm covered in blood

My heart is beating slowly

Fading away

I can not stand

They carried me

To the Crematorium

Where I lay to rest

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

Wow! Such a frightful write, but I'm sure it's very true & painful for those who experienced first hand. You write very powerful, raw & dark poetry. I really enjoy it. You really know how to put yourself in the characters shoes and exposing such a hurtful truth about a harsh time.

[PoeticSorcery]

well that's disturbing, yet somehow artfully done.

[GalaxyGhost]

Sad to think as people, we've become dehumanized and it's only been glorified or romanticized to be accepted when it should not.

[John]

Sad but true! It was the worst moment we've witness during that time. It's horrible and disgusting at the same time!