Whispers On The Wind: A Poem
Weeping;
They sit curved in shame
Knees pressed to the ground,
Palms pressed together. Lips loosened
By the sympathetic silence. They beg
beneath inculpable breaths
To have them. Those promises
Their screaming hearts are destined.
If only their prayers were more than
Mere Whispers on the Wind.
(There is caesura and enjambment here which will help to read it as I would - if you want!)