John Lawless Poet Free verse

Survivor

SURVIVOR 

She was smaller, slower, weaker
easily unseen
as she slipped away
seeking the warmth
of an exhaust grate.
Innocence lost
she slept
fitfully muttering
lost words
                 ……………………………….forbidden words.

She awoke
to an empty station
a trembling silence
muting the sound
of a distant train.

She raised a numbered hand
waving goodbye.

She had missed
the last train
                       ………………………………..to Auschwitz.


©4/12/2021

Last Train To Auschwitz Poetry Contest
Kai Michael Neumann sponsor

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Eve Roper May 6, 2021 at 10:53 PM Well written, John, your words show the impact of the time. Congratulations on your win. Hugs Eve ------------ so strange My CAPTCHA is WAR

Anne-Lise Andresen May 6, 2021 at 6:45 AM - Congratulations on your great win in this contest, John - A topic we all know ... but, hard to write about ... there is so much emotion and pain ... - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Juliet Ligon May 5, 2021 at 2:38 PM Creative poem. Back with congratulations!

Kai Michael Neumann May 5, 2021 at 8:11 AM Congratulations on your powerful write and win in my contest.

Juliet Ligon April 15, 2021 at 12:15 PM Interesting where you took the theme. Lots of room for musing... like the blessing of being weaker and slower at a time like that, and seemingly insignificant things that can seal one's fate.

Gershon Wolf April 14, 2021 at 4:02 PM I like this one a lot, John. Unique. Stands out from the crowd. And definitely could have happened.

Andrea Dietrich April 14, 2021 at 2:17 PM this is SO good. I love the originality here and how it's so different from everything else I have seen. Also, thanks for my recent placement in a contest of yours!

David Kavanagh April 12, 2021 at 2:51 PM A very poignant write John, I love the angle you come at this piece with, waving at death without knowing why, such despair and hopelessness, very best of luck in the contest cheers David