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!)