Naked
I stand unclothed,
Bare feet,
Shaved head.
David’s star is scorched into wooden slats,
Our beds.
The swastika looms over our foreheads,
Our death.
My eyes are blank.
My hands gone weak.
My skin hangs on to my bones,
Desperate to stay alive,
Even as I die.
We are all ghosts of our own pasts.
Wishing that we had dared.
Words unspoken, will die with us.
Wishing that we had shared.
Caring and loving:
Distant dreams.
The fire blazes
For us to burn,
For me to die,
And some to live.
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