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 thin tread
Which holds me,
My self, my ego, my reality,
I will tumble into the deep,
Towards my own reflection
Into that heaven or hell
Which is my oblivion...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz