In My Breast - Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Weeping at dusk,
The heart only knows oppression,
Desire lingers like a disease untreated.
I’ve been loved
And hurt the one
Who bestowed such love.
The law of karma
Finds me defenseless
In emotional back alleys
And besieges me mercilessly.
In my breast
Is longing unfulfilled
Like a sea never quenched
With ceaseless tears.
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