It is the darkest cave
on the steepest slope
of the highest mountain
in the most remote
part of the world
It is the deepest abyss
in the most violent ocean
as far away from land
as any ocean can be
that is too deep to
really know it exists
It is the farthest star
which has burnt out
in an unknown galaxy
beyond the milky way
with no heat left to light it
it is the obscure forest
with the highest pines
and the longest trails
devoid of sunlight
no longer a place of refuge
It is the coldest snow
coated with ice crystals
hard to the touch
too cold to feel
in a blanket of white
darkened with pain
It is the sharpest pain
in the most tender flesh
of the most innocent being
with no relief
only suffering
©2021 CBialczak Poetry
Stine Writing 
This is beautiful
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Thank you
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Wow! Thanks so much!
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And yet we endure and (more often than not) beg for more, eh?
Wonderful work, this.
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Thank you Ron!
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This poem is wonderful in a painful and terrible way – Your aching loss is expressed so well with this one…
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Thank you
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