I was in the Holocaust

I Was In the Holocaust A poem by Jennifer A. Lagana A loud 'BOOM!' awoke me from my sleep. Footsteps sounded in my ear. I jumped up on my tired feet. German voices I could hear. 'Wake up,' the Nazis shouted. Turning on the lights. My startled sister pouted. Shaking in the night. Forced out into the living room, My whole family there in fright. The eerie glow of the full moon, Turned the German's faces white. I didn't know where I was going. Or what  I was supposed to do. All I did was look at my parents. Seeing they were confused too. The Nazis forced us out. Into the cold, dark night. All I wanted was to shout, 'Help me!' with all of my might. They forced us to walk in our night things. Also in our bare feet. One O'clock the church bell rings. My face, as white as a sheet. I could only see my mothers back. I was too afraid to turn around. I kept feeling I wanted to look back. But I just walked and looked at the ground. We kept walking for miles  and miles. Until we reached some trains. Stepping over hundreds of piles, Of Jewish human remains. And then,  I kept thinking. Are they going to kill us too? And I had a feeling sinking. We are going to die me and you. Pushed into a small dirty train car. My family and I went. Thinking  maybe we wont go far! Maybe they’ll spare us in relent. At that time I had no idea. Of the tragedies that would come. I heard train wheels screeching, in my ear. Knowing this was not going to be fun. My mother burst into tears. Soon my sister followed. Not crying I held my fears. I breathed in then swallowed. My fathers face was tight, and hard. He reached out to pat my arm. He said to me, 'Don't be alarmed.' 'I will keep you away from harm.' With a jolt the train stopped going. Crashing my head against the wall. The doors opened, I was scared not knowing, Suddenly I felt very small. The cold shade of the night, A dark wall around me. The moon providing the only light. That was all I could see. Out of the train we went. Which is such a crime. So many lovely hours spent. May disappear at any time. Pushed along the gravel path, Soon our bare feet bled Unable to fight the Nazi wrath. I wished to be home in my bed. We walked for many hours. Our feet in agonizing pain Passing dried dead flowers. Wasting life is such a shame. We reached a barbed wire fence. Again to be pushed inside. The we were pushed on a bench. My mother just sat there and cried. A large Nazi pulled put a knife. And started tattooing arms. So much pain and so much strife. So much trouble and so much harm. Soon men and women were separated. Boys and girls too. Into a house, that was gated. My sister and I, me and you. Cold, sad, and mostly alone. Mother and father dead. I sat,  there only to be shone. The cold hard death of dread. At sunrise the next morning, Germans came to our hut. My sister was taken away. I screamed until the door was shut. My whole family was now dead, I decided to run away. I was so weak from not being fed, But there was no way I could stay. I took what was left of my lunch. And sneaked out if the camp. I was so scared by the gravel crunch. The ground so wet, and damp. I finally made it away. I am the only one free. But the horrid memory will always stay. With my soul, with me.Help me out... Written September 30th, 2001 © on Sep 30 2001 08:01 AM PST   0 • 1