Acquiesce Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Acquiesce
At the incline
Of the mountain,
Wild roses bloom
Dark red
Like the puddle
Of blood
At a murder scene.
I slowly walk alone
The hillside of isolation
Like an Easter Parade
Depleted of joy
And reduced to a funereal dirge.
I don’t think,
She will ever understand
How badly I was hurt
When she refused to acquiesce
To give me her hand.
Touching and sad...Those wild roses must be very very red! Hugs, Dee
Uriah, you have such a talent for turning sadness into beauty. Hugs Anna xxx
No one speaks the language of sadness more eloquently than you do. Beautiful, as always, Uriah. Warmest regards, Sandra
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4/19/2024 4:31:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Your depth is bottomless, bringing forth the beauty in your pain and sadness... I've been missing your writes. Amazingly deep and vivid. Thanks! Lee