Agony/
Is pounding, scree-/
-ching on my door, hounding me/
So I grab a ream/
Of paper and begin to shout and free/
These words from my heart, it's challenging/
As the pain keeps hounding me/
And the tears jab and sting/
At my eyes, I'm battling/
Another war, how could he/
Die, I thought we'd have a sea-/
-son without a funeral, standing bleak-/
-ly around a coffin as the gleam-/
-ing bugle plays Taps and we/
Have to be/
Strong for the family/
Crowds will weep/
As shoulders slouch and heave/
With sadness leak-/
-ing from their eyes haphazardly/
It's maddening/
Another year has passed and we/
Keep burying our elders tragically/
I don't know if I can stay around for these/
Tragedies/
Much longer, so I gaze passionately/
Out to sea/
And begin planning each/
Step of my escape back to me/