Angry waves crash over my head like thunder and lightning,
I lay in a boat cold, wet and with limited lighting,
Soft cries of kids echoing along the hull,
Only have limited space as this boat is jam packed full,
The salty air and winter breeze leave me to shiver,
Lost at sea as if I was a mislead fisher,
I write this letter to stop my mind from leaving,
Though ide rather be insane than have my family grieving,
One more hour on this boat is something I can’t comprehend,
The only thing keeping me sane is thinking about when this hell will end.