he cradles his head in his hands
But still sees Truth he cannot stand;
his young mind sees what no one should,
Revelations not understood.
he keeps them a secret in there,
But in his mind he cannot bear
To hold his awful anguish in:
Tears slide down face and roll off chin.
The suff'ring that he thought he saw
Was icy pain love might not thaw.
he went to tell them of his torment,
All the Truth that yet lay dormant;
They smiled at him with soft, sad smiles
So False that they were naught but vile
And showed him a new place to dwell:
A cramped, enclosed, and pure white cell.
They locked the doors and left him there,
A small caged beast at which to stare.
The Secrets that he said he knew
They hoped would prove to be untrue;
They told him, through the cell's barred doors
That he should think to Dream no more
Said Visions that he thought he saw
Resulted from a mental flaw.
They abandoned him, with his "curse of sight"
To yearn for truth and then for Light.