For Anne Frank
Every day I sit here.
Quiet, still...
Not daring to move -
Almost even to breathe.
I must stay away from the windows.
I live in constant fear.
Will the Nazis come?
Or will I live through today?
I wonder...
What?
There are noises - people coming up the stairs!
Mep didn't say she was coming...
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
I screamed.
I'm crying.
I musn't.
It will hurt Father.
The Nazis are here.
They are going to take us away.
I don't want to go.
Please... Let me live through this...
We are being shipped off...
To a camp.
I hope we don't die.
I really hope we don't die.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
I'm dying.
My eyes are closing.
I can't breathe...
This poem is different than most of my others. It is written in a narrative view, from Anne Frank's. I know it's not very accurate, but my class was studying "The Diary of Anne Frank" in class, and I felt the need to write something in honor of her. Of course, you could delve deeper into my motives, and say that I wanted to do it for all the maltreated Jews of WW2, but Anne Frank was what was on my mind at the time. The type of writing was inspired by my friends poem called "Abortion" that is written in narrative.
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