Roots Of Helplessness - Holocaust Poem by Ashley Mejia

My broken soul
Proof of the torture my body bore.
My blood runs cold
A weight was put on my soul.
Destroying my home
And everything I call my own

My life reduced to a product line.
The Nazis have a power none can deny.
Screaming at me. tearing through me,
They are slowly killing me.
Rejoicing in my dire pain,
They unite against me, a common enemy.
Suffocating me, changing me
Can't cry out, can't walk out.

Concentration camps a bitter battle.
Every breath a stuggle,
The process of breathing is getting harder and harder.
Death a bittersweet release
Starvation a terminating disease.
What happened to my God?
He promised never to leave...

Forsaken
Why beg when all that's left is a fading memory?
No one here, no one witnessing my tears.
Forgotten dreams, forgotten hopes
Lost inside this empty soul,
Watching my family slowly go.
Forsaken in this infinite Hell
Nothing left but a tormented shell.

What did I do wrong?
Why was I thrown inside this cursed place?
Bitter thoughts became my every breath,
Waiting for the sweet release of death.
My heart bled a song of nothing left,
This thread of hope will soon end.
'The holocaust has just begun, but the fight in not yet done.'

My so-called God murdered by tainted hands
Hanging on the gallows
Had these contradictions echoing in my heart always sound so hallow?
Not the God I made him to be
This knowledge releases its poison within me.
Hardening my heart, replacing my thoughts.

Losing faith in the God I worshipped
Erasing the lies, forgetting the false illusions planted deep inside
Cynics speaking lies
Empty lies devoured by empty minds.
Death has turned into a seen threat
Turning light into darkness in a single breath.
Can't erase what's in my heart,
Can't erase the roots of doubt that's tearing my life apart.