(1)keepsake Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I thought your love
was offering protection,
that you were an emotional haven
from the chilling rains of false claims
designed to blind the vulnerable
so desiring a meaningful romance.

I know now, every kiss
was as perilous
as a knife's edge against
a baby's soft and virgin skin.

Our time was a spiritual attack,
a dark defeat, a masquerade of pretense.
You had time to kill
but it also slaughtered
something innocent within my soul
that I was concealing like a keepsake.

What are the myriad of reasons
for this treachery?
I need new perceptions,
I need new revelations of self:
Perhaps, I hurt some child-like woman
deliberately and unkindly in my past.

12: 48AM 12-20-2018