Lamentations

Lend me your inner ear Can’t you hear it.... The resounding wailing In my head..... Don’t you understand It is because my only child is dead 6 months, 1, 2, years may pass This new existence is Still hard to grasp Even behind my stoic demeanor The screeching in my mind Never seems to die down What a confinement of insanity That life has propelled at me Burying my child before their time Is not fair and only gives me Anxiety and unbearable grief The echos of my screams Are when I’m awake and when I’m asleep I will never find any kind of peace With the death of my child It does not get better with time Nobody can pay attention to My thought always racing And they fail to listen to The tones of my lamentations