break up poem

grieve not for the invisible
and my name is truthful
from song and dream for ever gone
now while my lips are living
daughter, thou art come to die
when i was broke in london
is there anybody there
when freedom from her mountain height
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
when the hours of day are numbered
out of the deep and the dark
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
i went up and down the streets