Post by .Naomi Chesed. on Sept 15, 2007 17:11:58 GMT -5
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed--
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream--that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam,
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar--
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day star?
{Edgar Allan Poe}
~*x*~
It was mid-afternoon. The time, Naomi couldn't be quite sure of, she told time only by the sun now, and the shouts of the soldiers when they must get up in the morning and return at night. The day? Month? That was all lost. She could've been here years and she may not know it. It felt like years all ready but truely had been only a few weeks. She didn't feel alive anymore, she felt like just a small portion of the rest of the bodies she'd seen moving like ghosts through the open areas between the barracks.
She was losing weight already, though that was understandable, with the watered down soup and portion of hard bread they were fed each meal. (Working in the kitchens though, she did manage to sneak a few bites here and there and bring back some to the barracks to share.) Her head was covered in short stubs of hair, her beautiful long brown locks shaved off the moment she arrived, though she still looked beautiful, despite being bald. She still had her perfect bone structure and her large brown eyes that were accented with thick lashes that made them pop.
Naomi worked in preparing the meals. She found herself lucky to do so. She heard of the other women forced to do more difficult work, like her sister, Shani. She worked with the looms, sewing fabrics to help these Nazis in their war. Her sister always came back to the barracks, exhausted and flaming. The building where she worked was always packed, the windows tiny, unable to air the place out.
She was barely paying any attention to the work at hand, her mind wandering, day dreaming of the past when things were perfect, when her family was together..when she had a possible husband in line. She wondered what had happened to him..she wondered where her brother, Jonas, was. Was he in this camp? Was he in another camp? Dead or free? Though death meant freedom here. As all these thoughts ran through her head, her eyes took on a blank stare, though that was not unusual here and she no longer paid any mind to her duties.
I have dreamed of joy departed--
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream--that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam,
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar--
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day star?
{Edgar Allan Poe}
~*x*~
It was mid-afternoon. The time, Naomi couldn't be quite sure of, she told time only by the sun now, and the shouts of the soldiers when they must get up in the morning and return at night. The day? Month? That was all lost. She could've been here years and she may not know it. It felt like years all ready but truely had been only a few weeks. She didn't feel alive anymore, she felt like just a small portion of the rest of the bodies she'd seen moving like ghosts through the open areas between the barracks.
She was losing weight already, though that was understandable, with the watered down soup and portion of hard bread they were fed each meal. (Working in the kitchens though, she did manage to sneak a few bites here and there and bring back some to the barracks to share.) Her head was covered in short stubs of hair, her beautiful long brown locks shaved off the moment she arrived, though she still looked beautiful, despite being bald. She still had her perfect bone structure and her large brown eyes that were accented with thick lashes that made them pop.
Naomi worked in preparing the meals. She found herself lucky to do so. She heard of the other women forced to do more difficult work, like her sister, Shani. She worked with the looms, sewing fabrics to help these Nazis in their war. Her sister always came back to the barracks, exhausted and flaming. The building where she worked was always packed, the windows tiny, unable to air the place out.
She was barely paying any attention to the work at hand, her mind wandering, day dreaming of the past when things were perfect, when her family was together..when she had a possible husband in line. She wondered what had happened to him..she wondered where her brother, Jonas, was. Was he in this camp? Was he in another camp? Dead or free? Though death meant freedom here. As all these thoughts ran through her head, her eyes took on a blank stare, though that was not unusual here and she no longer paid any mind to her duties.
