New Identities Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Asinine assumptions and pointless conversations
Captivate the children mired in gloom beneath dismal skies
With broken umbrellas unprepared for the cold depressing rain.

Thick fog of disappointment covers the soul's landscape
As nervous lips mumble prayers to the dissipating sunset of hope
And I'm searching for a pair of eyes immune to graveyard imaginations.

Dark beliefs and spirit-killing thought disease contaminate our dreams,
But I'd like to kiss your secret tattoo and supple skin as we make our escape
To an unknown city where we can carry seeds of positive new identities to later flourish.