Exposed Nerve Endings

The clock caculates,
cutting cold the stagnate air.
Lines formed in stone,
faces chisled and unbreakable.
Concealing turmoil within.
My compainons and friends, myself, crying in naked nights.
Pouring tears not even hard wrist scars could conceal.
My youth floundered,
invaded by prying eyes,
my nakedness prodded,
probed by inspectors,
behind sealed doors where howls reverberate unheard except to the broken hearted who swallow and wonder.
Sweet children, minds regarded as elusive territory,
exposed nerve endings and hopes held by hook and grin,
spinning and twirling labeled "the demon within"
Suprise! You're dead!
Lay your head on a bed of broken dreams.
I call out into the night,
held in harmony by our joined ethic,
our secret understanding that no one should ever understand.
My brave and loved companions,
where are you?
Do you still battle alone on your throne of victory,
held by the raging sea which swallowed our destiny.