A Similar Tone

A poem about a man who has lost his son to an illness and his wife to another man expresses his distress and torment.

Cradling the child in a bed of broken branches
In stagnant water I lay him down to rest
Vibrant lights too far away to illuminate the funeral
Darkness lies upon him as the water fills his lungs

Oh my dear God, the silence, it is maddening
This boy I have submerged was my only friend
Blackened the sky is, and shows me why I have left this place before
I swear to this corrupted city I shall never return

The accordions playing echo through dark alleyways
Cobblestone wet and lit by flickering, amber lamps
In this setting, a harlot's wedding
I cannot imagine a more disturbing day

In a dingy hole, the mud thickens below
The blood which seeps makes I and his limbs weak
The anxiety a dormitory, my similar home
Between my nightmares and reality, damnably, it is a similar tone!