Eventuality Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I've suffered disappointment in waking dawn dreams
and desired to expire;

In a previous lifetime, I was a sage with secret messages
and mystical instructions;

I was once a poet but now merely an empty man
with a loss of words;

I'm distraught beneath the morose moon
that weeps at midnight in fragile light.

I'm an advocacy for desperate prayers that weave their way
through the conducted conspiracies of demons;

I must exist to reconcile my immense defeats
with the eventuality of undeniable victory.