The anguish of loss

Note: This is not supposed to be an all rhyming poem, its kinda a freestyle not a specific format poem. I wrote this when I found out my cousin died in this event. R.I.P.



Thirty-three families are in anguish now,
For their children are lost,
Never to be found.

Mourning,
Is all it takes.
Desparity,
May be what it makes.

Their tears are what keep us going,
To remember the departed.
Those children never got to finish,
The life that they started.

Now I see what all the tears make,
A pool of anguish for us to take.
We take knowledge, we take truth,
We contemplate anything we are given.

Life is not all it seems,
But eventually death will come/
Existance is what we strive for,
Mourn in grief when it falls.