Tainted (An Original poem )

Unspeakable sadness, unutterable pain

Stifling bewilderment enshrouds his countenance

And his extremities weave the dangerous lie

As the classic smile covers the hidden truth;

Its relativisticly invariant love

Battling the army of overwhelmed conscience

Though which insignificantly transient as

Wind in a meadow, an unblest kiss

Yet affecting chaotic causality

A pebble dropped in the pool of stagnant souls

The plans destroyed, the dreams shattered, engender clouds

Which loom hauntingly over his contorted brow

His soul assailed by cries from the underworld

The curse of mortality rendering it last plea

Last chance to regain paradise lost

Eyes scorn the beams of the new born sun

The strain of birds echo the chorus of death

The scent of the rose emanate a perfumed decay

With the sweet of honey invoking revulsion

Perception shattered, perspective poisoned

Its beauty silhouetted against his inner eye

Choking the life of apparent reality

As it winds down to a lasting conclusion

Unmasked before faces of the vigilant

Breath forsaken to the fiend of life......

ANSTON