Imploring

It breaks
Yet only I can see why
It tore
Yet only I saw the lie

I couldn`t, you see,
Let the child go
Though I broke down the glass
And tore up his cloths

No mirror to peer in,
No world yet to fain,
No warmth to be sought from
No social distain...

No world to be sought from,
Nor softly enslaved,
To blistered black memories,
Where one seeks to crave,

All though conscious
Had done just that:
Once guilt was produced
Dead and flat.

Plain and horrid it came,
With no eyes
No nose to \'scape through
No...just lies...

For ears hear what
None other can sens
Life desperation,
Horror, conscent,

It breaks through me
As I through you
Oh sound can not leave me
So what shall I do?

Run away with the wind
On a bright summer day
With the spring and the autum
With shame and dismay

Which leaves us again
With what then proceedes
A head they implored it
A heart they deceased