The Holocaust

• Isabella Blaikie, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2019

Everyday is a new horror.
Woken at the crack of dawn.
Every step sends pain through my body.
My eyes reach the fence, freedom so close but yet so far.
Everyday I wake with dread,
I observe the lines of mournful souls,
Lumbering towards an inevitable death.
A rain of lethal Gas, works into their lungs.
I fear that soon my death will follow.
The sun shone brightly,
But it will always be overpowered
By the pain, sorrow and suffering
That will always linger here.
Slowly my hope faded, I would never leave here alive.
People say that hope is stronger than fear,
But how can that be true, when hope no longe