All That Was is Now

Little sister, dear,
do come near:
Tell me, how goes your heart?
Is it twisted, soured from tart?

I wish that you could only see

the rot from which you flee
Are you not worn-
from the torn?

Do you carry as much callous as I?
From the malice in your eye?
Little sister, dear,
do you know of my hidden fear?

For us, the future is bleak
And we stand at a certain peak
Little sister, dear, the way back down
isn't quite sound

That which I yearn
is for you to learn
to call my own, a little space
in your heart's embrace