Beggars Whispered Plea

I need to find the place where understanding doesn't ache where memories no longer burn and my soul no longer quakes no evidence that's left from my beggars whispered pleas I dreamed it way too late no escape from the debris I still can see his face his words still burn in me my heart won't cease from breaking these barbed wire encased schemes and I turned the other cheek but it wasn't quick enough you'd already turned your back you'd already called my bluff as I drink the acrid coffee as the evening bleeds to light another day dawns empty from another sleepless night