Tainted

My mental image of the ocean has been tainted… images of love watercolor painted… like ponies by warriors long lost… my sanity for manic passion the cost… flights and drives scenic view of valleys to come… hills to mountain tops, ravines of coke and rum… clouds of despair creeping over the old mans spine… sun ray breakthroughs, nights of wine… sorrow as sweet as honey floods me… broken glass eyes distort what I see… heart of desert no oasis for miles… sandstorms and torrent to pass the whiles… slippery slopes removing ease from the climb… crevices filled with lies consuming my time… haunted hallways filled with the sour taste of stagnance… swells of broken heart flood the plains of my repugnance…