Satanic Forces Wait With Glee
There is nothing but shadows
On this desolate afternoon;
The light of hope
And the flame of compassion
Are no longer seen,
Snuffed out like a candle’s wick
Or a child’s dream.
I don’t know
What anything means,
This groping along ledges
And fearing the ravine,
The knowledge
Of pain and pointlessness.
I’m not wrapped in love
I’m hidden in plain sight
Making my way
Along cruel, unforgiving streets
Where the girls all wear
Dark soul-concealing clothes
And have broken heart tattoos,
Where mistreatment is expected,
Where unprincipled pimps
Take a girl’s rent
And slap her in the deal.
Everyone has lost
The power to feel.
Abstract platitudes
And sublimely-painted poetry
At this moment only annoy me,
I have no confidence
That anything will ever be right
Or return to me a cosmic night
Of jubilant celebration.
Everything just spirals downward
Where satanic forces wait with glee
To carve away at your humanity
With razor-sharp knives of depression
Until your real self is eliminated.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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