I can’t believe one man decides my fate
choosing how it’s done
a moustache perfectly formed on his top lip
"I would have liked to rip it off
knowing he would suffer
even a second's slight pain
would have been worth it"
Standing straight, beaming smile
as if offering tickets to the merry go round
I never saw anyone come off though
Dedicated sheep in uniform
I feel sick,
fortunately stomach empty
there’s a lot to be said for my starvation today
It’s the badge they wear, I hate most
although the long black sleek polished boot’s
also intimidating
The sheep have no thought for life
although they don’t like fire themselves
their faces told me they enjoyed the very vision of us
I imagined for a second
what it would feel like if I pushed one in
I already know he will be odorless
“evil doesn’t smell”
where’s the fun in that?
My sister already taken
my heart now marble anyway
legs no longer have feeling
terror has paralyzed them
I’m so glad
paralysis being my only friend
I feel nothing
the pushing and shoving
doesn't scare me
I’m not scared
I promise, no point
the more I shiver
laughter from the sheep gets louder
I’m ready
let them throw me into the fire
I’ll be free from this hell
smell of burning hair
odor of sister’s skin being cooked
screams unforgettable
Even when I’m sleeping forever
I will hear them
I do hope someone finds my
drawing one day?
I left it in camp
It wouldn’t be hard to find
a drawing of my house
my sister and I
A swing in the garden
painted blue like the sky
I drew a bright yellow sun too
Oh, and not to forget
my darling pet dog
a beautiful border collie
I had to draw him in too
So at least I can die knowing
he will eventually catch those evil sheep
and their wolf.
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Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: No matter what i've been through in my life, a trip to the Jewish Museum in prague to visit the Art of children waiting to be burned alive just because they were jewish has always remain the saddest day of my life. I come back to edit this every so often.
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Comments8
I shudder whenever I think about the Holocaust. Six million lives lost, just because they were Jews. On a memorial site on Facebook, they post photographs of those young people that perished. I can not pass by without leaving a message to remember them by. Every single one. Your poem is a reminder , that we must never forget. History can repeat itself. The human species never learns lessons. I hope Wednesday brings happy for you Teddy. 💐
Dearest Cassie, thank you. I could never do any justice for this particular little girl, but I hope I have tried. Thank you for your compassion, I personally don't have face book but sounds like a place where leaving messages of love is a kind and positive thing. 🌹
You have remembered her and others will to through your wonderful poetry. That is the kindest thing we can all do 🌺
I once visited belsen Teddy
So understand these emotions
one of the most personal I've seen from you
Hammer blow of a write
Thank you so much dear Peto, nice to see you. 🌹
Jewish Museum, Berlin – same or similar feelings, although I was inundated with images after the war, as an adolescent which left me with nightmares which took a long time to abate.
Those sheep? Far too many still around, invested in nefarious causes today. (never understood why some women love a man in uniform…?)
This piece , I can see you put your heart and soul into; so while I could make some black humour around this Teddy, I’m not going to, and fully acknowledge the thought and pain you put into it. Take care.
My dear Dave, thank you with all my heart. 🌹
Your heart is of gold
Your heart is sincere
She may be gone now
But she knows you are here
Feel her embrace
As she holds you tight
The words she leaves in your heart
Are your guiding light
May she live on in you
Share your smile everyday
For she believes in you
Because you have touched her this way 🌹
Dearest A.P this review reads like a very beautiful poem, see positive things can come out of the blackest of emptiness. Thank you darling friend. 🌹
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as powerful as I have ever read from you Teddy;
a write that shows us how lucky we are.
It surely does my dear friend Melvin, the saddest poem I ever wrote and I hope I don't have to repeat another. Thank you so much for coming by with such compassion 🌹
Vivid and style true to a child writing it portrays a horrendous picture of loss in a world of pain and sadness. A tribute to a time many would wish to forget but none of us should. Nicely done Teddy
With the world so fragile today dear sorrenbarret I'm still hoping for miracles. Thank you Sir for your compassion and kindness always. 🌹
An extremely raw period in life Teddy and something like that will neer be forgotten in our lives.
Andy
Thank you dear Andy, my fear is we are seeing these atrocities even today, on all side. 🌹
Such atrocity in the world. This is a moving and powerful piece. I'm speechless.
Thank you dearest Thomas. 🌹
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