Dispatch Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Why dispatch all your dreams

to a place you'll never return?

Do you think you can find safety

in loneliness? or some form of protection

avoiding affection and a delicate kiss?



The heart has died

abandoned by the roadside

grieving like faded flowers,

still and faltering in an autumn breeze.



Absence has brought me to my knees,

melancholy memories impossible to relive

have gathered me in an invisible heap

dejected like a poor poet's meaningless manuscripts.