My heart is lost,
astray in the quest of night.
Gladdened by a snowflake frost,
And the haunt of a failed fight.
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Explosions from the thicket stored,
yet more quiet than a soft breath.
It's the sound of thunder, never roared,
and the sudden silence of death.
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Lashed by the guilt of all that's been,
and is now debris of its own.
Regret that hadn't followed sin,
has scraped it to solid stone.
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It's forgotten what it's tasked to give,
Heart, you've taken to merrily snooze.
You've reverted blood you pump to live,
to that of an intentional bruise.
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Rachel Steinmetz
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This is a beautiful poem and (to me) captures grief in a way only poetry can.