Tarnished

No longer the flowing stream
Of pristine innocence
An opaque passage has beguiled
Into a gathering of prosaic solitude
As the torrid stench of spent cordite
The once bedazzling amazement
Augmented now by diminished chords
Diffuses into a void
Devoid of acceptable behaviors
Rampant with dispassionate passions
Without commitment
Somehow without thought
Fallacious in their endeavors
Willful?
Not known what it is
The driving force corrupts
And tarnishes what once was


BACK