Uriah Hamilton


Unending - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

At dawn
in the damp chill
of a November morning
approaching a death crawl
into December,
I was riding a forgotten train
from momentary disillusionment
to a residence of more permanent despair.

The damp air was foggy and engulfing
like a mysterious dream
littered with strangers
that desire your harm
while obscuring every window and doorway
in which you hoped to escape.

Some of the cruel strangers
on my dream train
were returning from coffin retreats
and burial getaways.

I was a humble man
among cutthroats and ghoulish thieves;
I was tired and shivering
like an abandoned child
only recently acquainted with rejection.

Sometimes, when waking from such dreams,
it is difficult to distinguish
between the heart-pounding nightmare
seemingly ceased
and the accustomed sense of dread
one has long learned to accept.

Topic(s) of this poem: dark


Comments about Unending by Uriah Hamilton

  • John S (11/12/2015 12:02:00 PM)


    I like your word choice! I felt like I was reading Lovecraft or Howard: damp, foggy, 'residence of more permanent despair' What in your life has happened to cause such dread (if you care to tell) or are you experiencing a bout of general depression? (Report) Reply

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  • Souren Mondal (11/12/2015 12:53:00 AM)


    'Sometimes, when waking from such dreams,
    it is difficult to distinguish
    between the heart-pounding nightmare
    seemingly ceased
    and the accustomed sense of dread
    one has long learned to accept.'

    It takes one a lot of sufferings and rough blows to be able to get accustomed to such nightmares.. A very poignant and wonderful write... Thank you...
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  • (11/11/2015 11:18:00 PM)


    Horrendous dreams as an aftermath of distressing realities do give terrible feelings. However, it is better to realize that as dawn follows night one's grief too is bound to be replaced by joyful things sooner or later. Optimism will definitely pay. Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, May 16, 2016


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