The high of seeing your work published...... this poem gave me that and in that sense, it is very dear to me. Poetry.com selected me as one of their semifinalists (way back in 1999 I think) and also published this poem as part of their anthology.
You knock at my door
To be gone when I open
You add color to my dreams
And take away the canvas
You raise my hopes to the height
And turn it to despair in a wink
You sow the seeds of love in me
And make me cry in bitter dejection
You take the face of my beloved
Only to vanish when I reach out
You make my yearnings grow
Then thrash them all in a blow
You take me to heaven of joy
And throw me down on sharp reality
You tear my bleeding heart apart
And laugh cruelly at my pain
But still, I hang on to you, illusions,
For, you are my life!
You knock at my door
To be gone when I open
You add color to my dreams
And take away the canvas
You raise my hopes to the height
And turn it to despair in a wink
You sow the seeds of love in me
And make me cry in bitter dejection
You take the face of my beloved
Only to vanish when I reach out
You make my yearnings grow
Then thrash them all in a blow
You take me to heaven of joy
And throw me down on sharp reality
You tear my bleeding heart apart
And laugh cruelly at my pain
But still, I hang on to you, illusions,
For, you are my life!
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