Crematorium

Some Holocaust sufferers died and they were burned.

There this place

Called the crematorium

There is ashes, bones, and dust

That is where the dead, go

To burn the painful remains

Their spirits are screaming

As they burn away

Soon , it will be your turn

To turn to ashes

When my times comes

I will join you there

As a spirit

My bones turned to ashes

In the fiery pits of hell

My spirit is now with yours

Watching people die

In the crematorium

along with all the other spirits

Who died without say

Reviews

[GalaxyGhost]

This is very chilling! I would say that there are some spaces that are out of place and some needed in the third line. Just minor things that are easy to fix.

Other than that, this is a fascinating poem that has painted a picture of darkness and pain. You're an awesome writer!

[PoeticSorcery]

you have your own unique style of what to write about, I can appreciate that.

[LastMonth]

Hmh.
When I think of Crematorium it throws me a to a different direction entierly.
Somewhere dark and horrible in the Second World War.

If you were speaking of that place or not,
There is something so horrible and emotionally devstating about placing someone in the flames, knowing that one day someone will have to do the same with your lifeless (Hopefully lifeless) carcass. Your words here are chilling.

Well written.
I've read that you're a horror writer-- While I have nothing against poems, did you by chance right a horror story? If so, I'd love to read it.

Thank you.

[kenya smith]

Yes, I do have a few horror stories that I have posted on here.