I Wish I Wasn’t A Poet Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I weep in the moonlight
Beside empty beer bottles
Contemplating my dreams,
I cry and die in rose gardens
Recalling her eyes,
I fall to my knees
In lonely prayers
Understanding
All my defeats.

I wish I wasn’t a poet,
I will never compose a line
Worthy of her loop earrings
Or turquoise dress,
I will never convey the adoration
That she deserves
From ancient gods
Or men of great esteem,

I’ve failed to appreciate her!