A Twisting Mental Knife

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!