Let Me In

• Jocelyn Satya Graha, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2017

I am death that comes leaving you askew,
The powerless lives I take are endless.
I am the disease cleaving throughout you,
Watch me as I feast on you, a virus.
I am destruction razing your world,
Mar you then discard you like a plaything.
I am the hatred that will soon unfurl,
The beast under your mask of suppression.
I am the pain you feel when terrorised,
Or the gash in your miserable soul.
I am the fear you feel when traumatised,
Tearing your courage apart is my goal.
Let me invade your mind, your form, your soul,
Indulge until there is nothing but coal.