There is a twisting knife
In your disturbed unhappy mind,
Those who don’t understand you,
Tell you to pull it out,
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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.
Whoever has not felt true pain can only wonder at true happiness.You have a wonderful way of interpreting this.Love Duncan
Another very insightful piece Uriah. You see the soul and the truth and give them both form.
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.
ye gods, Uriah, this reminded me of me, coming to terms with dyslexia.
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
who is this for uriah? 1000 tortured poets here online? ..smile
Wonderful words expressed. So right you are, .... But the answer is the love of self