The Tale of Woe

Drawn-out and broad
on the cobblestone
of such sheer façade,
I came across
a heart
all clawed
and shredded apart

Wondered and awed
a thought
bit by bit shaped under the shroud:
"From where
is this patch of cloud
coming in this sunny day of God?"

A seedling bowed
before coming aloud:

"Here!
from the grieves of those grains
graved under these stones
whose chances
have never been
avowed!"