Night Found Poem

Night Found Poem

NEVER SHALL I FORGET that night,

the first night in camp,

that turned my life into one long night seven times sealed.

Never.

From that moment on, everything happened very quickly.

The race toward death had begun.

Unable to detach ourselves from this surreal moment,

But the sound of the bell brought us back to reality.

He wanted to tell me so many things.

His speech became confused, his voice was choked.

And as though he regretted having uttered such words so

coldly, so dryly, he added in his broken voice,

"Bite your lips, little brother...Don't cry. Keep your anger, your hate, for another day, for later. The day will come but not now ... Wait. Clench your teeth and wait ... "

I was pale, almost calm, but I was biting my lips as I stood in the shadows of the gallow.

There. I was face-to-face with the Angel of Death

He had a face not unlike a mask.

His cold eyes stared at me,

filled me with terror.

He opened the door to death.

But all I had to do was close my eyes

to see a whole world pass before me,

to dream of another life.