Casey Douglas Kenny, USA

Holocaust Poems & Quatrain Poetry

BROKEN

I am a skeleton that’s alive
Of life I have been deprived.
My faith is a Jew.
My number is 7-5-1-2.

My life was great,
I knew not my fate.
My hopes were high,
Till the day the bombs fell from the sky.

That day my family was divided,
I hoped we would again be reunited.
I was put on a train heading one way,
I dreamed of my family the rest of the day.

The train traveled into the unknown,
When it stopped the soldiers took me to a- designated zone.
People were being sorted by age,
The young were put behind a metal cage.

A soldier took away my name,
I saw that everyone was treated the same.
The soldier gave me a number
And a wood board for my slumber.

I was put with the others in a type of house,
There’s barely any room for a mouse.
There’s not enough food for us all
And everyday more of us fall.

At night I hear grown men screaming,
Nobody in here is dreaming.
I lay on my board
And I pray to the Lord.

Please deliver me from here,
For my life I fear.
Watch over my family and friends
Until they meet their ends.

Please strengthen my soul,
Fix in my heart this empty hole.
Take me away from life this night,
Before I see dawn’s first light.

Please I pray
To find that I’m alive the next day.
With my unanswered prayers,
I begin to wonder if He still cares.

The days are long and gray,
Here the children don’t play.
The people are worked without a break,
Here you pay with your life for a mistake.

I can hear the machine gun sound,
The now dead fall to the ground.
To collect the bodies was my job,
But never could I do it without a sob.

The bodies piled high.
I begin to cry.
Is this where my family went.
I pray to God to give me a hint.

The battle rages on outside the fence,
The situation is so intense.
The night sky is bright
With the soldier’s firefight.

Everyday I hope for something,
Escape to the allies when their bells ring.
Other’s pray for a faster death,
trying to end their breath.

I can’t imagine a fate worse then this,
Behind a fence beaten by the fist.
Life isn’t worth living,
Not when I’m left here body thinning.

Everyday is the same,
And everyday the allies never came.
Still I wait for them to come around the bend,
I hope they’ll be here before my end.

Slowly within I die.
To faith, hope, and love I say goodbye.
Now there’s nothing inside,
Not even a hint of pride.

I do my best to hide in my denial.
I try to hide in death a while.
I am broken beyond repair,
I don’t know how my mind will fare.

When the allies came I wasn’t there,
I’m mentally gone in the corner pulling hair.
Once a man now a hallowed shell,
I can no longer listen for the allies’ bell.

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