Parenting a dope

My sorrow has reached its pinnacle My opinion described as cynical Flowing from deepest regret All the way to try to forget Why this condition came to be I find a complete mystery to me The conclusion of an attempt to right The loss of the inevitable fight From where this misfortune came The darkest of forces has it’s reign And death would have been a better fate There was no hope, nothing too late Only the wait for what would surely come The agony of it’s suffering soon begun The shaking insomnia the horror and pain The loss of trust in a once good name Where are the lost that once belonged Where are the loved left alone Why are the bonds of nature broken And the claims of love no longer spoken No longer a place to stay The freedom stolen to find a way All that is left a reason to pray Pray to God to find a way When nothing is left and gone is the "Stay."