How does the breeze stab like
the softest jab of sharp ice?
And the slightest fleece rub like
the feel of shock, but done twice.
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When did red begin to flow
like the stream of silent pain?
And when did night drown out the glow
and build her stars in vain?
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When did they all turn their backs
when life should have been?
Air has filled my many lacks
Filled with hollowness so thin.
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Why do unanswered questions
ask for peace in return?
Never offering thier lessons
but tearing holes that others burn.
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Rachel Steinmetz
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Comments (2)
Wow deep! Excellent writing.
You have such a gift for poetry. I loved your line - and build her stars in vain.