And I feel the blood of my lost loved one's stain my hands, my heart and my soul.
The pain of their loss weighing down on me from above,
The taking of a life, the accident that happened too young, the loss of a child not yet known to this world.
Hatred and blame invade the lives of those still here.
How can we ever rise above this pain to see the one's we once loved?
Longing to hear a voice, see a smile and know a face,
How much longer must I wait?
As my heart breaks to remember the times,
I know there is no worse fate than that you endured on those lonely nights.
Goodbye my sweet princes,
May we meet again some day.
*3/6/08
This marks a year since my cousin died, 3 since my uncle and 2 since I miscarried. I hope you will be able to relate in one way or another, and I also hope you understand that this poem is just a release of feelings that happened late last night.*
