Dust Me Away Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I'm so lost in the fragile dawn
when the sun is cloud-hidden
and before the first spring flowers
have risen from wintry hibernation.

To deities known
or existing in secretive obscurity,
I've prayed in tears
without receiving
solace or clarity.

I've declared my intentions
for a meaningful love
and sat down beside water streams,
I've seemingly lived my life
to part abruptly with all my dreams.

I've known the hours
of darkness and defeat,
I've relented all my resistance
when the powers against me
were too immense.

I'm no longer a fighting son
in the far-flung kingdoms of hope,
I'm a merely a stranger
unrecognizable as truly human
to passersby who dust me away
down these boulevards
isolated from compassion.