Title: The Holocaust
by Kate from London | in writing, poetry
I want to run but to no avail,
My feet stuck.
I want to speak
But no words are heard.
Life's torments flash,
Black and white simultaneously.
I look unto my brother,
His miserable eyes
Stare back at mine.
His fate is similar.
We stand as brothers,
Comforting each other.
A video player fast forwards.
He is dead.
I no longer speak.
His eyes guide me onto another track.
The atrocities of the Holocaust .
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