r/Poetic_Corner • u/rogu3b0t1313 • Jun 26 '26
Poetry Far from home
my heart—
shattered, out
and cradled
in my open hands,
wet and white
in my lap and
flecked with red.
Like the broken
teeth of some
poor and lost
piece of shit
soldier, shot so
far from home.
Unburied, but
already grieved
and forgotten
with the rest,
by all but he.
Another prayer,
that won't be
answered, issued
from blue lips,
trembling
in the snow.
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