My Friends Look Like King Herod Poem by Uriah Hamilton
My Friends Look Like King Herod
I wish there was nothing
But pretty death
Because friends disappear
Like casual breath;
There should be daggers
Flying from ancient graves
To kill passionless slaves
Selling trinkets of precious memories
Like they were dime-store casualties!
Corpses should cover the ground
Like hungry seagulls at the beach,
There is no love,
Merely eternal defeat!
Hi Uriah, Interesting title, Yes life can seem like this, but we just have to look in another direction....towards the light at times like these. Our moods change all the time, thank the lord! 9 from Optimistic Tai
I know your dark, painful poems are some of the best poems I've read but I would give up the great poetry to know you found happiness Uriah. Sincerely, Mary
Uriah: Yeah, sometime's life's a bummer dude! I've felt the same, nice expression of a bleak thought. Hugh
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 10:40:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A cathartic journey through the darkness. Well said, sadly felt.