Childhood
Every day is a disappointment You accord me no tenderness My hushed essence abides in the torment Anguish I withstand like a harness You accord me no tenderness I can only dream of your concern All attempts for favor are hopeless Leaving me only to humbly yearn My hushed essence abides in torment All I crave is a pitiful allusion of your liking Replete chasms fill me with malevolence One pure speck of regard would be striking Anguish I withstand like a harness Bearing it deep beneath my skin... Sign in to see full entry.