My heart is torn
My pride is wretched
My son, new born
His death is etched
A hate fills my waking thought
While apathy builds within
A forgiveness long for sought
Is replaced with suffering
The food is plunged down my throat
And aching fills my bones
Upon this callous boat
There are none with thrones
My mentality is numbing
My senses are getting weak
My end is forthcoming
An escape is what I seek
I cannot forgive or forget
Nor can I sympathise
And upon land my eyes are set
I’m waiting my demise