![]() "Tainted Visions seeen with Weathered Hands"A Poem by silentvoice“Tainted Visions seen with Weathered Hands” The cries
of a clandestine child Angel unheard, her message in wrongful mortality
unheeded when love fails to manifest where it is most needed. Her dying breath
a withering plea for God’s forgiveness unto those who bruise her whiter than
dove conscious and dare to maim her satin skin. A life lived too young to know
sin, begging to finally begin. This a
tainted vision seen with weathered hands unfolded. As the proverbial cauldron
exploded an old lover’s flame smoldered, molded into a caption too tainted for
Hollywood to have rendered. Now two hearts lay dismembered never to be
remembered, too weakened to ever be honored. Yes, the
blinding lights of the day’s sun give way to darkened sights of fun, but
tonight a silent-sworn Nun falls to knees and cries for a gun for the foe of an
unknown child son whose lung has been kissed by the tip of Death’s
tongue...please Lord let his soul rise as praises are sung. This a
tainted vision seen with weathered hands unfolded. As the proverbial cauldron
exploded an old lover’s flame smoldered, molded into a caption too tainted for
Hollywood to have rendered. Now two hearts lay dismembered never to be
remembered, too weakened to ever be honored. There is
beauty beyond words of magnificent description hidden the pain endured for lack
of realistic depiction, though fully entrusted with a lifetime narcotic
subscription to a lonely Teen’s self destruction through disorientation and
mental delusion. This a
tainted vision seen with weathered hands unfolded. As the proverbial cauldron
exploded an old lover’s flame smoldered, molded into a caption too tainted for
Hollywood to have rendered. Now two hearts lay dismembered never to be
remembered, too weakened to ever be honored. The cries
of a clandestine child Angel unheard, his message in wrongful mortality
unheeded when love neglects to manifest where it is truly most needed, his
final weary breath drawn in piercing plea for God’s forgiveness onto those who
bruise his unblemished skin and corrupt his innocent name. A life lived in
shadows close behind surely come in the aftermath of this sickening game. This a
tainted vision seen with weathered hands unfolded. As the proverbial cauldron
exploded, an old lover’s flame is smoldered, molded into a caption too tainted
for Hollywood to have rendered. Now two
hearts lay dismembered never to be remembered, too weakened to ever be honored.
To
weakened to ever be honored. This a
tainted vision seen with weathered hands Never to
be remembered, too weakened to ever be honored. February
4th, 2013 ~Tanner
“Tha Pho3nix” Reiss © 2013 silentvoice |
Author![]() silentvoiceRegina , CanadaAboutI am 20 years old and live in Canada I enjoy writing, singing, playing video games, hanging with friends and family and volenteering whenever I can. I have been writing for roughly eight years or so a.. more..Writing
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