Defeat
Madness comes in hues of crimson
Bloody and black, breathing in the air
Of discontent and despair, dread
That fills the mind with a deafening roar
Of anger, hate and disillusionment
Confusion, hurt, discouragement
A nightmare who dreams in the daylight
Thoughts of one who knows this psychosis
Is the heart of one silent thought
Breaking through grace and hope
Igniting the fires of cold, hard misery
Despondency so fearful it screams
In the ear of any soul who will listen
To rage that thunders past serenity
Into a phrenzy of indignation, shame
Sorrow and blame – alive within a flame
Of melancholy, futility found inside
The one who is the engineer of the last train
To the end – to death – to Auschwitz
The Last Train to Auschwitz Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
April 10, 2021
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