The Bunker

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.