Uriah Hamilton

I’m Glad We Met In The Dark Places Of Eternal Rain

Heartbroken in the afternoon,
Melancholy in the city of my birth,
Alienated in rooms
Of laughter and conversation,
Alone beneath a shivering moon,
I simply pray to the fragile beauty
Of immense sadness and suicidal souls.

I know, dear friend, you are my soul-mate
In this disaster of our existence,
I will never fail to lift my hands
In sacred supplication for your wellbeing
As we journey through the shadowy corridors
Of this incarnation.

Poem Submitted: Friday, September 30, 2011
Poem Edited: Sunday, February 5, 2012

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