Passing Away Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Currently, these days
find me heartbroken and haunted,
seeing ghosts of ancient friends,
mapping all the steps unto the end.

There were souls
that I thought were unconquerable,
bright burning candles
I assumed inextinguishable,
feet that I prayed had the strength
to journey further with me
down these lonely roads.

Then at last,
the God I followed,
the deity I supplicated,
removed all joy from my existence,
all remnants of hope
from my very memory.

I quietly now watch
the slow and soft sunsets
of approaching summer,
I don't believe
I'll be attending parades
nor star gazing
on a midnight beach

but merely writing
little notes of gratitude
for whatever it was
I've known.