We weep for them

We weep for them

Private fears

Grave displays

Of sorrow

The hellion of youth

Hedonists and fools

The upstarts philanderers

And breakers of rules

Taking control

Faking a belief in forgiveness.

The conviction

Secrets never told

Squeezed inside hearts

Too heavy to hold,

It weighs them down

Pulls them under.

The wringing of hands

The empty promises

The whispers in dark corners

Carried on the wind.

It knows all

Tells so little

In the midst of anger

Destruction is unbidden.

The sudden turn of events

The tide of change

The unruly nature of things

We keep a counsel

Of ourselves

Until the end.

Tongues held

On a short leash

For fear of wagging

Too late we realise

We are old men

Not wild dogs

Stories are the same

Small details

Little changes

Insignificance keeps us apart

Fearing exposure

For goodness knows

What

Difference

Past mistakes make.

When cold winds blow

We are straw men

Torn and scoured

Devoured

Devoid of secrets

Old memories wiped,

Slate clean

Waiting for redemption.