Silence.

By: Jill

Silence

Dreadful silence

The air reeks of death

The ghosts of those murdered

hang tight around our throats

and we cannot breathe.

They sit quiet and wait for us

to join them in their eternal unrest.

A gun shot rings.

Two down from me

in this,the judgeing line

is a pale,quivering man.

He holds the lifeless body

of a child.

A single tear finds his cheek

then the last of his life light

leaves his eyes.

All we can do is lie here.

In our shame,our filth.

I watch my fellows

waste away.

And I can do nothing.

So we die

in the silence.

In the pain

of the dreadful silence.

Another poem by me.Watcha think?I did this one for our Hollocaust project!