Your belongings are meager <br />As you wander loveless streets, <br />And the sidewalks kill your soul <br />When you have no place to sleep. <br /> <br />For a young child, <br />Life should be visionary dreams, <br />Not drug dens of demise <br />Where everyman has a predator’s eyes. <br /> <br />Life unravels for everyone in time, <br />But there should be happiness and joy <br />Intermingled in-between birth <br />And the onset of the inevitable obscene, <br /> <br />But some people get cast aside <br />The moment they leave their mother’s breast.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/contemplating-dark-angels/
