Constrained by the un seen power
Locked away hour upon hour
Reaching out for help with every pour
Demanding more, more and more
Knowing not which way to turn for the best
Looking out for all the rest
Your actions have set me such a test
My belief my steadfastness my entire being is in a mess.
That swing you finished with the blade
Removed a life which I had made
There is no closure yet for me
The authorities require more clarity
In my view you stand and stare
I despise you loath you but you don’t care
My son is dead I’m filled with grief
I’m confused and paralysed with disbelief.
How can I, escape this rage, when so firmly held in this trauma cage.