(I've had some trouble finishing this poem. I don't know if it is the nearness of final exams, the being in a strange city or the current events, but, I know one thing, I'm not telling if I do find out.)

Who knows whom and why should it matter,
What connections revealed through banter and patter,
Slips of the tongue, revealed confessions,
Unintentional, still transgressions.
What recourse,
    What disgust,
       What options remain for the victim?
What good force,
    Will mend trust,
       When such dear things are taken from him?
Must we all suffer the slings of fate,
When once we embark, carry the weight,
Of secrets too shy to see daylight,
And once released are never made right?
Lost secret,
    No recourse,
       No way to rebottle the genie,
Full regret,
    Stay the course,
       And face the certain insanity.
Better not to share what's close to heart,
For the cut runs deep that tears apart,
What once was a friendship held too dear,
With one word that bond will disappear.
Best not tell,
    Keep silent,
       For the danger and risk is too real,
Just as well,
    The moment,
       Is left with not a thing to reveal.

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