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Exile

In fire drowned, the darkness downs
About my soul, the coldness coils.
Rememberance of lingering frowns,
That held the weight of numbing toil.
The rain swept panes reflect your face.
The ache of knowing you're not there.
My tears (cold friendship) march in haste,
And endless days without the care
Of arms that once encircled me,
And kept me safe. Oh back I'm for,
If time so ran, back when I was free,
yet forward still, I god ignored,
Bereft of harmony, I'm still
enduring yet, their bitter will.