Across the Way

Where is the sunlight's pleasantness by time and space across it gets to eye that's stretched (for here 'tmust stay) to catch but glimpse of summer’s day? Where is the fresh and tender blade that winks from 'neath the husked shade— now broken for to 'llow it's reach beyond the dark but shattered breach? Where is a hungry soul's desire when met with self-made arms, like wire? reaching, trying—still they hold ‘gainst every ‘ttempt to escape this this mold. Can shadow run beyond it's mate (so much as even hesitate) when turning now, another room to view? No not at all, so tale is told of life inside this broken mold, else passers by but see a shattered you. For there to find: The tatter'd eye looks long to see but glimpse of sky— of pleasantness, just there… Across the way.