simply to tell about the 27th block in Birkenau

about my upper bunk

today empty clean

I came

wanted to get up there

I gripped tight with my hands

like than with all the others

nobody was forbidding me now

nobody rushed me shouting

hitting

nobody cursed or bit my fingers

but the burden was impossible

legs did not carry

the topic crushed words

suppressed voice

crossed-out the present

only tears burning under the eyelids

wringing tears on my cheeks

sobs tearing my chest till it bursts

I outlasted here everything

whole my life

and death

can I finally weep it out

till the end?