PLEASE NOTE THIS IS NOT AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL AFTER THE WAR HAD ENDED I had woken in the morning And had looked. It was spring I breathed in and smelt the new day Night time ghosts had gone away Demons had stopped intervening. Half asleep and still yawning Not much sleep and wondering when Night times might feel safe again. It hadn’t always been that way My heart full of naïve joy I thought that I’d live forever Thoughts that weren’t really clever AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL. IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN I was a prepubescent boy It’s not the script I live today Then my world had turned sower Adolf Hitler came to power. All my family had perished I hid with a family In a small Austrian village Safe from Nazi rape and pillage I was safe and I stayed free There was one priest whom I cherished Nightmares come and nightmares end I would escape with his friend. In a convoy to Australia I was in an orphanage From one nightmare to another Tears at night I would smother Seared by the flames of red hot rage I saw life as a failure I hoped the pain would go away But it is with me every day Eventually I was let go To a kindly family I suffered post traumatic stress My life would turn out a mess The ghosts and nightmares stayed with me I would let no person know My life was fine during the day But at night ghosts came to play. The holocaust is still alive How can they say there’s no hell A long as ghosts control my mind Nightmares can’t be left behind Each night I drown in Satan’s well It’s no joy to be alive Here’s to Hitler whose success Spoilt my chance for happiness
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