Hershele Danielovitch: My Wife and Children are Starving

My Wife and Children Are Starving
Hershele Danielovitch

My poor wife and children are starving
neighbors look askance and gasp
when one wants to lighten my life—
I must shun him out of shame…

Naked as Adam and barefoot
ragged and torn—-
I drag myself over the ruins
not to think, not to know….

Worn out by worry
Without strength, sick and broken—
I wander, wiped out without home
Long lost is my hope…

Chewed up by fate
dejected by burdens—
I go about a forgotten one
cannot bear these troubles…

Someone knows of joy and light,
of peace and hope,
but for me only black emptiness remains
for me only the grave is open…