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The Bunker

March 9, 2009
By skbdancer1 BRONZE, Middletown, Pennsylvania
skbdancer1 BRONZE, Middletown, Pennsylvania
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The Bunker

I sit in the back of this beat up truck
tears running down my face.
Why did god put me here?
I do not want to die alone.

I was scared, shaking.
The sound of death
running through me like a bullet.
I hid my face against my knees
not knowing where we were going.

We pulled up to a rickety old factory.
I stared.
The pain ran through my soul.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me.
What will I have to do?

We built a bunker under this place,
thinking it could protect us.
I was wrong.
We were all wrong.

The German's found us hiding in the bunker.
I ran to my father and jumped in his arms.
Telling him I never wanted to let go.
I squeezed my face against his.
I looked around one last time,
taking my very last breathe.

Me and my fathers' tears had met
Then me and my father
were gone.

The author's comments:
What inspired me to write this piece was a young girl named Paula Wajcaman. She was born in 1928 and died not to long after. Her and her father were found by the German nazi's in the bunker they were hiding in. She inspired me because she had to go through the Holocaust which was the most crucial thing ever. She did die and I want everyone to remember those who had passed away because of the Holocaust.

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on Sep. 24 2009 at 5:31 am
skbdancer1 BRONZE, Middletown, Pennsylvania
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Thank you so much..

mandygale77 said...
on Sep. 23 2009 at 5:57 pm
That was amazing! You have great emotion and rhythm throughout the poem.