(1)early Demise Poem by Uriah Hamilton

There are hidden trap doors,
rug-covered holes
in treacherous floors of deception.

There are arms that seem
open to embraces
but they conceal daggers
beneath loose clothes
and their smiling faces.

There are a myriad of adversaries
taking your stats to enumerate
your most vital weaknesses.

You better learn to measure
your propensity
to sustain wicked blows
and creative abuse:

otherwise, you'll just be another fool
meeting an early demise.

11: 27 PM 7-18-2019