Untitled Poem Part 1

When secrecy vanished on his part
Like the chaff blown by the wind
Just a chalk dust on that cold floor
Erased by steps of busy shoes

When vaulting talks rose from his lips
And drifted through the bleeding ears
Futulity conquered his soul
Feels like he's just a rag on an indecent earner
Hoping he could have a nepenthe;
When the acused face his final verdict
And threw a soulful talk
The man cried on deep sadness
Trusting tears would draw all grievings