A World War II Story

by Darien   Feb 8, 2009


A World War II Story

The train ride seemed like a little over an hour
Everyone had a strange worried look on their face
There was not much conversation since we left home
Most of the people stood in silence contemplating

When we arrived at the station we were forced out
Soldiers with their guns ready to shoot on command
Men were pushed to one side and women to the other
Brothers and sisters were split from their families

There were bodies rotting at the side of the streets
Bullet holes to the head and drowned in their blood
The stench was torturous and the sight was gruesome
It was something everyone eventually got use to

Holding my father's hand, he could tell I was afraid
He assured me that things were going to be alright
I knew what was happening, but I still trusted him
He looked me dead in the eye and said "you'll be ok"

We eventually made it to a camp called Majdanek
It was surrounded by fences with barbed wire
Watch towers standing tall with soldiers on guard
Malnourished men walking aimlessly throughout

I often stayed silent for most of the days that passed
Eventually my mind couldn't take it so I made a friend
Lukasz was a young Polish boy I often played games with
Through the fences we use to watch the soldiers march

Months had passed and my father and I were feeling weak
We were rarely fed and we would often be working hard
My father would always come back with cuts and bruises
It seemed like this torture would never end for us

One tragic night the siren went off and woke the camp
There was chaos and the soldiers were shooting at us
A soldier pointed his gun at me and before I could move
I was knocked out and vaguely remember what had happened

When I awoke lying on top of me was my father's body
He sacrificed his life and threw himself in my way
His dead body had knocked me out and kept me safe
I could not stop crying as I sat next to my hero

There was complete silence as I walked around the camp
I walked for miles and not a single living person
The war was over but there was no one around to know
I sat on the floor crying until hours later I was found

Rescued by soldiers of the allied forces they took me in
They found a home for me and promised I would be ok
Just like my father had promised me, a long time ago
I will never forget this war, for this is my story

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  • 8 years ago

    by KemistryKia

    Loved it

  • 8 years ago

    by Cindy

    Darien
    What a sad story...keeps the reader going to the end.
    Good job!
    Take Care
    Cindy

  • 8 years ago

    by End Of Eternity

    Breathtaking, thats what i would call it. Very emotional indeed. Great write

    all the best and take care

  • 8 years ago

    by Italian Stallion

    Wow, very emotional and deep story. I felt as though it was more of a story which you tried to portray via poetry. So basically what I am saying is, this feels more like prose then poetry to me.

    Overall it was kind of long, would have liked to have seen it condensed a little more, however; due to the top there is much to write about. Therefore, I think although lengthy, it doesn't lack imagery nor structure or for that matter the flow. So overall I think it is okay.

    As I stated in your other poem, I would have liked to see puncuation since it is very important in poetry. It lets the reader know when to pause or stop as well as making the overall flow better.

    Great write, reminded me of a series I just recently wrote as well as the Italian movie, "Life is Beautiful" Overall excellent work, keep it up and I shall keep reading ;)

    Peace, Joe

  • 8 years ago

    by Aveena

    Well done, nicely written.
    its sad but you tella good story.