Became

A sudden wind
Blew right this way
A sullen child
On this last winter day

The sun would soon come
And one could then fain
They had never known winter
As the snow turned to rain

The rain bore no trace
Which the wind blew away
Yet it whispered then on
Of the child's dismay.

As the others ran on
Or called out his name
He felt left in the ashes
Of his lost useless shame

Children may run
Children may play
But we all grow up soon
To "become" one day

But what if their was
Something caught in the path
That which leads on through life
And which caused such a wrath

Their, standing tall,
Is an unearthly vision
In a clear placid wall
Crawled a deepened incision

His eyes had forgotten
How once they had seen
His mouth could not speak
Of what life had in scheme

For when children do witness
Their own kindred's death
They stay tainted by vision
As though broken, bereft.

They lie with the others
Yet speak not a word
For they see what they shouldn't
And can not what they were.