Tessa Gaoses


What a foreign yet familiar feeling you are
Every time you have a new face
You don’t know families or friendships
Your only knowledge is that of victims
For we are your victims because we can’t seem to get use to you
Getting use to you will mean we accept the finality you bring
It will mean every time you strike we have to be happy with losing our loved ones
You have taken Grandparents, Parents, Siblings, Cousins, Aunts, Uncles and friends
Yet your hunger for our misery seems insatiable
It seems you won’t be satisfied until you have taken us all
You come in expected circumstances, such as illnesses
You come in vile forms such as murder caused by greed
For you also tend to feed on human weakness
Yet sometimes you come in ways totally unexpected
Like car accidents and drowning
This is the form you used on me
You claimed my beloved sister in an accident
How will we ever get used to you
For every time you seem familiar yet are foreign
When every time you have a new face

Submitted: Tuesday, April 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013

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