In the depths of my poetic abyss,
Where shadows dance and emotions persist,
I crafted a verse, dark and profound,
A glimpse into a world where pain is found.
Your comment, a discordant note,
A melody unappreciated, I must denote,
Yet I pause to ponder, to understand,
The chasm between us, vast and grand.
You couldn\'t comprehend, so I confess,
The weight of my words, the depths of distress,
For they were born from a personal place,
A reflection of battles I silently face.
But fear not, dear reader, for time may unveil,
The secrets I wove, the stories I regale,
For poetry\'s essence is boundless, it\'s true,
Revealing its essence to only a chosen few.
In the tapestry of time, as seasons unfold,
Perhaps one day, my verses will take hold,
And in the future\'s embrace, you\'ll come to find,
A resonance with my words, an echo combined.
So tread lightly, dear friend, for poems are divine,
Their meanings obscured, elusive as a sign,
In due course, understanding may yet descend,
And my poem\'s depths, your heart may comprehend.