Auschwitz
It was dark and it was getting cold,
The more I tried to stop thinking about it the more it came to mind,
As we walked to the crematorium I sensed something,
It felt weird,
Something I had never felt before,
It was strange,
My stomach was being pressed,
Yet, it felt as a never ending hole.
I looked around and the only thing visible was a candle,
Shining in the dark,
It glimmered and heated a minuscule space,
While the rest remained dark and cold.
My feet finally touched the first step leading to the crematorium,
A wind current invaded the room,
It was a scared current filled with tension,
It covered the room and I could barely gasp for air.
Inside,
the place seemed claustrophobic
A particular smell invaded the place,
It smelled like rusty metal, yet that was not the worst,
As I walked around the place,
Scratches covered the walls,
Every mark represented a human being that suffered,
It seemed as if they were going to come to life,
The simple reality of the scratches made me get terrified,
My mouth was wide open and my eyes weaty.
The only thing I managed to do was stand still,
I was just there as a soldier waiting to receive an order,
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