Drugged eyes roam the boulevards, <br />The deadened souls of childhood robbed, <br />Ransacked by violence and sadness, <br />Trying to meet survival’s needs <br />With a mind that has been blunted <br />By a thousand crimes felt or seen. <br /> <br />You told me you wished <br />You had never been born, <br />That your heart has been torn <br />In the Godless void of the dismal streets <br />Where innocence is sexualized <br />And mistreated. <br /> <br />And I told you of a rosary <br />I gave to a homeless man with tattered shoes, <br />A rosary he saw and wanted <br />When I offered him some change, <br />And how in that very instance he found enough life in his eyes <br />To somehow retie the laces <br />Of his unraveling life. <br /> <br />Sweetheart, don’t get lost <br />In the murky gloom <br />Of some dark canvas that someone else <br />Has painted for you, <br />Find the person and the place <br />That can restore some hope <br />To your downcast heart <br />And desolate face. <br /> <br />And when you’re alone without a friend, <br />You will always know where you can find me, <br />I’ll be here in the incense room <br />Burning all my prayers for you.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-wished-you-had-never-been-born/
