Contemplating Dark Angels Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Contemplating Dark Angels

Rating: 5.0


Your belongings are meager
As you wander loveless streets,
And the sidewalks kill your soul
When you have no place to sleep.

For a young child,
Life should be visionary dreams,
Not drug dens of demise
Where everyman has a predator’s eyes.

Life unravels for everyone in time,
But there should be happiness and joy
Intermingled in-between birth
And the onset of the inevitable obscene,

But some people get cast aside
The moment they leave their mother’s breast.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sallie Howson 03 October 2006

bravo xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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Alison Cassidy 29 September 2006

A dark soulful read Uriah. Sounds as though you are writing from experience here. But there is optimism too, in the wings of the title. love Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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Sandra Fowler 29 September 2006

Exceptionally sad, but also exceptionally well written. Fine work, Uriah. Sandra

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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 29 September 2006

Sober write...profound and soulsearching as well.i like the way you construct your work....always crisp &tight for good, easy reads....'''''''''''''''''''FJR

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***** ********* 29 September 2006

For all those lost souls, I would wish them that happiness and joy, my husband was one such child and I hope I gave him some of the above in our 23 years of love. There is someone out there for every lost soul. Wicked poem, the title is spot on, made me cry, but it is good for us apparently, releases the tension, so we can fly free again. Smiling at you, and loving your work, Tai

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