For my grandparents
Gassed, Treblinka,
January 1943
Holocaust Remembrance Day 27.1.2016
Didn't think it was possible
To feel any sadder,
But I do.
Each year
Is harder,
More painful,
Than before.
There seems to be
No limit
To my sadness.
It just builds and
Builds,
Suffocating me
Like a pillow
Across my mouth,
Stifling my breath
With a dark,
Leaden sadness.
And the tears
Come raining
Down my
Aching face.
And the breath
Returns,
But the sadness
Pervades every
Cell
In me.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2016-01-27 at 23:00
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