A boat drifting away on unseen waves

Abandoned and left on its lonesome

The mists conceal the screams of terror

Desperation struggling to stay afloat

All because of a capsized boat

Left alone on the lake

With nary a sound

And settled stakes

Not far past the dock

But just out of frame

A voice calls out

All choked and strained

“My baby! My baby!”

A plea for her,

Be alive and okay

Not grasped by hands

Of watery plagues

Soul rest at peace

‘Til the end of days

Yet marking minds

All’s well for departed

Not those who survive

This will stay with

‘Til the ends of their lives

Dread dwells in this feeling

Suffered personal mistake

Until it is released

Fitful, quietus makes