Lost Family

Broken

Sometimes…
the death of
suffering
so sadly conceives
hopes ruin.
Naive and unknowing
delicate blue eyes
clouded by the mist
of her little girl tears.

I miss snuggling
not enough time
hardly ever
never.

Once a little boy
now a young man
a child savaged by
our violent dissent.
He pretends every day
he pretends
he’s “ok”
I wish he felt
safe.

I thought it would save them
but today it seems
the end of two
bound.
Wasted anguish
hurts them every day
their pain endures
with the death
of our family.

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