My soul is tainted

My soul is tainted I cannot think I fumble with my thoughts There is no flow, no smooth, no ... I stutter with my words, so ask me not to write Ask me not to create and look upon me not to inspire I beg of you In fact just let me be, My soul is tainted ... I need this time to waste, These hours to simply past, Like the ships we don’t see in the night Ah but I can read your thoughts; If we not see them, they are still there Yes yes yes, but ... My soul is tainted, so judge me not, I cannot think, Tis my defense you see, I fumble with my thoughts, Keep me not accountable for them, My words, images are jumbled, half made up. Ill conceived, few and far between. Yes the words I speak are few. But wait, Jesus when he died; The Words He spoke were few. I heard He said; “this blood’s for you” But I less than angel, DARE I COMPARE? Forgiveness please O “Son of Man” My soul is tainted Judge me not I pray this time would pass, I pray that thoughts return, I pray that words may flow, Unhindered, uncontained, uninhibited ... Wait! Did I just pray? Ah but there I see it now For what is next to follow? and in this vain ... My soul is tainted; I cannot speak? My soul is tainted, I cannot sing? My soul is tainted I cannot be…?