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!
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-twisting-mental-knife/
