by Harold Millican


I am a young man,
Appearing great in disguise
But there is more unsaid there
Than what meets the eyes
I am an enigma
A misunderstood prince
An incomplete puzzle exactly this moment
I exist fragmented and am seen in one light
I am never completely
Still each passing night
A secret looks at me day after day
I never ever share it
For fear I’d be locked away
Imagine me without support
Without family
Without love or compassion
Without anything
Alone and left to perish
No one to call my own
Wandering through a labyrinth forsaken
All my chances blown
It’s a grey cloud
But I know what I can be
I know that I am a diamond…
More really
I will make a difference and smile come what may
And go forward in love
Until my dying day


Posted on 12/01/2007
Copyright © 2020 Harold Millican

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/01/07 at 10:32 AM

I wonder sometimes if the secret(s) will always possess this power. I hope not. This was absolutely full of truth and self-worth and reckoning, and I adore it!!!

Posted by Keith McFarlane on 01/09/08 at 12:17 AM

Looking through your library -- great stuff, especially this poem -- very real and inspiring. Evokes the intro to PM Dawn's "The Nocturnal Is in the House" for me, not sure why. Fantastic read!

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