Wounded

I'm wounded to my core,
bereft and filled with grief.
My mom abruptly died,
my pain's beyond belief.

A sad sun ceased to shine,
as birds left the skies.
And almost instantly,
the tears flowed from my eyes.

My close friend is no more,
I'll never be the same.
I want to be angry,
but there's no one to blame.

A beautiful woman,
I won't forget her face.
For in my heart of hearts,
she holds an honored place.

I feel an emptiness,
like part of me's missing.
And it's easy to cry,
merely reminiscing.