Sadness In Every Direction - Poem by Uriah Hamilton
With tears forming gentle streams,
I fear that life
Is nothing but ugly puddles
In the broken beer-bottle night,
That the stars
Will fade and fail to shine,
That the faces
Of everyone I love
Will grow as dark
And lonely as mine.
I hear little birds
In a fragile ecological world
Unsafe and dying.
And does God
Hear the numerous prayers I pray
For a wounded young girl
Who doesn’t comprehend
Just how tightly and tenderly
She needs to be held?
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