Yet To Be Resolved Poem by Chris Tiganescu

Corruption, in there intense
distrust, relentless, destined to fall,
destined to succeed a burning
desire for the touch of skin and the
faint whisper of a ghoulish tongue, a
hindered mind, along with hindered lips,
lips begging for human love, yet to
no prevail, and intense fire seeping
through my scalp the flames
setting ablaze my thoughts embark
on another endless voyage into mustered
caves the sins slither there way
across musky cave walls, a black drip,
an extended tongue, fists clenched eyes
setting....

To resolve what plagues our life
we must first resolve what plagues us.