Pinpoint Precision Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Pinpoint Precision
I expect my eternity
To be staggering in the rain
In a desolate city
Where soulless women
Have been stripped
Of their pleasant jewelry,
Their hair no longer soft
To a lover’s hand,
Their hearts devoid of understanding.
I don’t know if Dante
Included this in his Inferno,
But God tortures us all
With pinpoint precision.
Very eloquent, but also very sad. Exceptional poem, Uriah. Kind regards, Sandra
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5/8/2024 7:54:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Riveting expression, though I beckon to disagree with this anti-Christ philosophy.However, as writers, thank God, or whoever you want to thank, that we live in countries that have no true perameters for our craft.This is a well written piece, Uiah''''''''''''''''''''''''fjrI