The Holocaust

Locked up in a room,
Awaiting the war’s end,
It was completely dark,
And no one to tend.
I didn’t know how long I had been there,
But it was starting to seem,
Coming out would go nowhere.
The camps were a warning,
That they wanted us gone,
And we didn’t have a clue,
That it would take this long,
From gypsies to Jews,
And many, many more,
It all had seemed,
Like Hitler shut the only door.
Only a small journal,
Which I could write,
I felt lucky,
Because it would get me through the nights.
We all were hungry,
We all were sore,
It was so tough,
I didn’t think I could handle it anymore.
If only one day,
No battles or fights,
Everyone was equal,
Receiving their rights.
Then one very night,
I heard the door creak,
I peeked through a whole,
And saw the police.
“Is anyone is here?”
They all would yell.
I kept quite,
Because I know that they’d tell.
But later on,
I realized one thing,
If I knew I could take this,
I could take anything.
So I got through the nights,
I got through the days.
And later on,
I knew this would all be just daze.