Shower Time DemiseA Poem by JulietRead to know more. :PMuch of these last few days, A blur. My mind so traumatized, I may never remember. I'll have no time to Where I'm going. Jerked from my home, Separated from all I know. Headed toward my doom, My childrens' screams, our Final Goodbye. Can they feel how much I love them? Gestapo from every angle And I feel so weak; there's no escaping. Days confined to this box, Wheels creaking, body odor Flooding the train car, Scents of excrement burning my eyes. It will all be over soon and This noise will cease Once And for all. Destination anything but Well met. We're filed from this hellish cart One by one, beatings and bruises abundant. They all must know that we are NEVER going home. This will be our final stop. Our last waking moments dredged out in this solemn work camp Bloody hands clinging to the bars, Begging for a release You won't ever leave here. None of us will. All belongings taken from me, Clothing stripped from my body. Fear floods my mind As I near this wretched end. Heads shaven, nude bodies cramped and ashamed In this cold room of poison and pain. The guards shove me into a the showers, My feet sliding through my deadened locks, It doesn't really matter now, does it? A razor thrown at my feet. "Shave up for tomorrow." They say, But I know better. All I have left to live for, Is to be well shaven Before the poison enters my system. I've given up hope on all else. Such a simple accomplishment to take pleasure in, When it's all the time you have left. I may lose my life here, But at least my skin will be smooth. © 2011 JulietFeatured Review
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Added on October 8, 2011Last Updated on November 3, 2011 AuthorJulietAntarctica, TNAboutYou don't need to know about me. Just read. I write likeKurt VonnegutI Write Like. Analyze your writing! more..Writing
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