Loved and Lost

This poem is dedicated to my mother, Reana.

Family is the most sacred thing to have
If only things hadn't gone the way they had
So much went so very bad
Now we stand on distant mountain tops
With no way to cross the barren valley between us

There are so many tears i have left unshed
Building up into an ocean inside my heart
There are so many words i have left unsaid
With no way of relieving the thoughts stuck in my head
With no chance of finding you with my outstretched hand

When I think of you, in your cell, cold and alone
It's hard to remember those happy images of home
What happened to those good old days
When our family laughed and played
When we had a family

I try not to remember, I prefer to forget
The pain of losing my world in a minute
It breaks my heart, there are so many pieces
I may never be able to find them all
I am doomed to this bleeding heart