Ring around the chamber,
who will go inside?
I'm starving and *****
so why would I hide?
I feel my ribs, but my stomach even more.
Many girls have been violated again and again like penny ******.
I don't know what to feel
because for the first time
I don't think God is real.
A shower will do me good, I say.
They wouldn't want us to stink, if we did stay.
I pull off my stripes.
The nakedness appalls me.
As far as I could see
I found human skeletons
staring back at me.
The door shut, but water there was none.
Every person bled into one
massive grave.
For every life, a soul gave.
Ring around the rosey
pocket full of posey
ashes,
ashes,
they all
fall
**down.
This is my first Holocaust poem. I hope you like it :)