Cloaked In Their Untruths

Cloaked in Their Untruths By Sy Roth Behind a cloak their little secrets roved, Like silent, swishing vagrants eluding the truth The darkness so thick, A wall of impenetrable secrets built around it. Leaving the unclosing to callow youth Senseless in their wasteful trepidation, They took no time to explore their truths Dressed in slim, tight gabardine their desires arrested. They had no need to validate, No desires to explore. Lost opportunities heaped into a morass of speculation Until the voices of the antecedents were silenced. Screams of loss as the span between life and death widen They find in their own selves no validity Only a vacuity in a tale filled with inconsistencies That are bungee cords flipping them hither and yon unbound. No way to make whole the person in a sere fabric When the stories are filled with imagined realities. They erect their own corpus on a land of falsities Left only with mislaid dreams of not taking time with the whole cloth.