Spiritual Emasculation

Poem By Uriah Hamilton

Boatmen ferry us across
The river of the dead,
The dark stagnant river
Where our childhood dreams
Struggled and then sank
Into the hopeless mire
Of defeat.

There are no positive,
Sterling thoughts,
Only the rusted meditations
Of suicide recitations;
Ideas of masochistic violence
And self-deprecation
Mask as inspiration.

When the sun is fading
To every possibility of love,
When the curtain is being drawn
On poetry and creation,
When I’ve lost the desire
To fuel imagination,
Then I can’t escape the razor
Of spiritual emasculation.

Comments about Spiritual Emasculation

Wow! Uriah, this nearly left me speechless. The images and use of language are outstanding. Extremely well done. Just one little thing: There are no positive Sterling thoughts, - need a comma after positive
I admire We're Sentimental for Sadomasochism and this new Spiritual Emasculation poem - your ability to write to the night. The people who want bunny rabbits need to go get lost in the woods.
Uriah, I hate it when you write like this. Not everything is sunshine and lightness, but your poem uses words which make it seem like the dark side is all there will ever be...'hopeless' 'suicide recitations' 'sun is fading to every possbility of love' and then the threat of the razor. Spiritual emasculation is a choice one makes. Your imagery is strong and that's what makes the poem so chilling. Turn your face to the sun, Uriah, and turn your back on that dark stagnant river. Raynette
The first stanza creates such a powerful image Uriah. I think there is a dark side to everything..............and everyone. Very intense poem. Sincerely, Mary
Dark very dark Uriah.....a little on the chilling side.


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