Child in Auschwitz

The fear, the fear,
It touches me
Like a bottomless pit,
An unending well;
In its waters I see
A reflection of myself,
And if I let go
Of this thread
Which holds me,
My self, my ego,
My reality will tumble
Into the deep,
Towards my own reflection,
Into that heaven or hell
Which is my oblivion.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz