There is a twisting knife
In your disturbed unhappy mind,
Those who don’t understand you,
Tell you to pull it out,
Not presupposing you have
Been delicately trying for years!
The city of your childhood memories
Is so desolate and dark,
Even black clouds have departed the town,
Loved ones have let you down,
Fail to feel your pain
Or see the beauty
Of the emerging poet!
If I could loosen that knife
With romantic adoring hope,
I would hold your hand
Beneath a kaleidoscope
Of dancing rainbows,
But the answer is the love of self
That every day you’ll have to nurture!
I don't know who this is for, but I hope they read it soon. It is filled with longing and real sentiment and caring. All things that have made you such a wonderful poet.
This is sensitive and wise. II think it is Uriah at his best. Nice images, good finish. Raynette
i must say, this sounds like its about tiffany. so encouraging you are!
What a beautiful poem! ! It's nice when one is able to see the reason behind somebody's poetry. Nice work. Sincerely, Mary
Wonderful words expressed. So right you are, .... But the answer is the love of self
The analogy is deeply appropriate, the expression of these dark feelings masterfully depicted and the end lines convey an absolute little-recognised truth. t x
This is a poem that speaks the truth of a time - of course, reading your other works, I see you've been to the mountain top - the experience is well worth the plunge off the cliff. In the darkness, one craves solitude. And, after all, you've extracted silver from the moonlight in this work. Thanks for the experience. A lovely poem. The knife is your friend.
Mental loneliness is the worst type. This a beautiful piece. Susie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
loved the stanza 'love of self.' great poetry Liz