Shrapnel
The destruction of a devoted heart,
sends pain wave tremors spiraling.
A sharpened mist grinds every part,
unanswered questions start rioting.
Blasted debris spears everywhere,
stabbing deep what was finely right,
gores holes through thoughts of care,
slashes blood into the eyes of light.
Wounds press bleakness into a soul,
joyous days bleed maligned drops.
Bandages wrung red in rusted bowl.
Healing and solace seem flimsy props.
The ruptured displacing torn sprains,
quietly cure under tincture of tears.
A reviving heart wearily sustains,
ruined grins until the tempest clears.
EaS
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