Eastward Bound

Published by Victor Barr on

Here I lie
among many bodies,
beaten and dying.
We travel east
into our ever nearing
doom

The wretched looks of despair,
pervades this place.
Our lifespan shrinks
away
like the receding plains
of my distant home.

Trapped in this living death,
there’s no escape,
no hope to taste
freedom
once again.

The scent of freshness
awakens my outer senses.
A breath of air
returns me to consciousness.

Nazi soldiers enter our prison car
disposing of the dead.
Their blank faces reveal
the coldness in their hearts.

It seems we have reached our
Final
Destination.

Out of the cattle car we stumble,
into the mud,
I fall.
In front of me I see
human skeletons working,
dying.

They herd us into the showers
for decontamination.
I stand amongst the multitude,
Naked, beaten
lost

I try to catch my breath,
my lungs feel collapsed?
My brain numbs with each agonizing gasp.
Slowly, mercilessly
I fall.
Soon the blackness shrouds over me.
Into the depths of nothingness
My spirit, my soul, survives.
I begin my journey
and go beyond
in search for a reason
why?

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