Spent

Misspent young men,
scream,
to tunes of depths,
they dare not speak.
Lands of shame,
and loves removal,
shaped us.
For this pawn,
the moves led to a check,
out.

Those sea's,
sung,
in Brixton,
like we were one.

But many weren't.
Some left temporarily,
others never returned.

Did you get burned?