There is a twisting knife <br />In your disturbed unhappy mind, <br />Those who don’t understand you, <br />Tell you to pull it out, <br />Not presupposing you have <br />Been delicately trying for years! <br /> <br />The city of your childhood memories <br />Is so desolate and dark, <br />Even black clouds have departed the town, <br />Loved ones have let you down, <br />Fail to feel your pain <br />Or see the beauty <br />Of the emerging poet! <br /> <br />If I could loosen that knife <br />With romantic adoring hope, <br />I would hold your hand <br />Beneath a kaleidoscope <br />Of dancing rainbows, <br />But the answer is the love of self <br />That every day you’ll have to nurture!<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-twisting-mental-knife/
