(1)secret Chamber Poem by Uriah Hamilton

These are days of ceaseless corruption
like a raging river pulling under a defenseless swimmer,
we're drowning in the schemes of the greedy,
we're flailing in unabating streams
of wicked plans and unspeakable dreams
to hurt the unsuspecting.

It is a time to walk slowly and think carefully,
to gaze warily behind your shoulder,
to withhold trust even from the one in your embrace,
to live in solitude or with an escape door in a secret chamber.

3: 41AM 2-20-2018