Thou

For thy grasp I rought

Breathless and forlorn

From whence I thought,

Thou art not what thou says

or appears to be.

I've worn from thou,

Thou'st taken an image,

That I cannot diminish.

I rought for thou, 

to be pulled through the barrier 

in which thyself has contained.

I do not know'st thou heart,

Thy mind is unspoken. 

Thou takest me for granted