Trying to redefine
What the truth really means.
Denial, abuse, and violence,
Fills the now filthy, polluted air.
An unforgiving truth
Remains and resides in the soul,
A soul left tarnished,
Tormented and tainted
By violated spirits
Strangled by the truth.
Irresistible pleasures of
Deniable wisdom,
Softly caressing the
Tortured being,
Blinded by the truth of its
Surreal existence.
Unforgiving humiliation of
Denial and temptation,
Endless stories of
Redemption without salvation.
Cluttered confusion of
Denial and illusion,
Tainted, tattered souls
Looking for excuses.
Redefining the desire of
The soul’s inner fire to
Allow retribution for its
Wrongful contribution.
Tainted souls
Never to be cleansed again,
Tainted souls,
It’s way too late.
Fab Ricciardi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tainted-souls/
