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Arctic Penumbra
I will never know how it feels to comfort you;
to wipe the tears from your hollowed cheeks,
to breath into you the sweet sentiment of relief,
to assure you that the pieces of your shattered mind
are still salvageable.
I will never know how it feels to hold you close;
to promise you that I will remain by your side,
that the demons that hunt you,
the shadows that threaten to steal you away
in the night,
will have to claw their way through me
time and again to ever hope to get close enough to harm you.
I will never know how to make you happy;
to make you glow with the strength of a smile,
to laugh so hard you cry,
and to realize,
for once,
the tears are not an aftermath of a night terror.
Stolen from youth;
turned bitter,
dragged into the blackness of an icy heart,
you have known nothing but Winter,
and it is the snowdrifts,
the blizzards that blind and freeze,
that keep me from you.
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