The Final Walk at Auschwitz

The footsteps come and he knows though his throat is dry as dust and his body ravaged he knows it is his turn eyes sunken and glazed give no hint that this is welcomed knowledge he clings to the energy of memories that somehow remain clear his life unfolds in thought the cry of his firstborn the warmth of his only love the footsteps come to a stop he wonders if this staunch, stone face of the soldier that now stands before him has ever known such love he is able to get to his feet and accepts no help he nods to the living corpses that remain vacant of hope awaiting their turn outside he manages to raise his eyes toward what little Sun finds its way through the dense cloud of humanity it seems to give him strength he mutters 'vergeben ihre seelen' as he makes his way towards the showers the soldier hears pauses just for a moment and continues on

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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