What Happen To My Poems Poem by Haig Hamilton

you see i wrote, just a few words,
words to open the door that are closed.
these words will get there,
where, any where in this square.
when your heart is hung on dispair,
a halo of hope you will feel.
as light guide your feet, you will feel free like this path is known to you
a path which leads you to ask; what happen to my poems?
they are no more, my comfort is gone
the song that i sungis now faded
and my eye streaming with tears