David Harris

Veteran Poet - 1,534 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Tainted - Poem by David Harris

I sleep no more in purity
of the young and innocent soul.
Living has tainted my life
running close to the devil’s claw.
I have no evil in my heart,
nor is it hard, as stone,
but running near the darkness
has blurred my vision so.
I seek no repentance
for no crime I have committed.
I only search now
for the innocence I lost
before my life was tainted.



20 January 2012

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 20, 2012



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