We All Must Face the Defeat of Our Souls

My ship has been tossed
Helplessly on its side upon the shore.

Even beneath beautiful blue skies,
My heart is sunk and my eyes
Just float in a sea of tears.

No Sunday walks in flowery parks
Or beer toasts in friendly bars
Will find me now.

The only songs I have to sing
Are desolate dirges
To the desperate moon.

My thoughts of love
And romantic sway of words
Sadly give way
To all the loneliness inescapable.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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