Tainted

Tainted is the wine
Being sip by puckered lips.
Dripping from the mouths of those
Exchanging socializing quips!
With intentions to forget...
The unfed and the homelessness.

Their minds may become dulled by wine.
But in time their neglect will most certainly
Bestow upon them much regret!
And that is what is meant by tainted.
What becomes...
Has not happened yet!

Something to someone in purpose one does,
In a drugging of reality...
To an acquaintance in frivolity!
Eventually returns,
To teach a lesson...
So very hard for some to learn!
And quite painful for those once unconcerned!

To learn without a feeling turning...
Their emotions left to drink until 'drunk'
In a dumbness that is churning,
From a distaught and destructive...
Internal burning that has been brought!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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