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The darkness fills the room
Swallows whole the air and leaves
Shadows within shadows which creep
And devour the will to grow.
This heart so cold encased and hidden
Fractured by the absence of enlightening hue
A glacial touch that shall not thaw
This all enshrouding white.
Beyond the curve, beyond the eye
A pallid Sun still throws down
With hope its children’s touch so blithe
But not to us locked in this heart.
A cutting chill no longer felt
By we absorbed by winter
And promises made by breaking pasts
Cast no comfort now,
At seventeen again.