My Separated Peace.
All these cutting words
from your tongue so sharp
fall harmless past my heart.
I am cocooned in
the Novocain of apathy,
It’s silk denies
your worst harangues
I feel none of love’s lost pangs
So Rant on with your loco-motives
I’m no longer strapped to the steel path
of your vehement angst.
Love perished months ago,
it was severed like an umbilical cord,
as its nourishments expired
I no longer require it
I stand orphaned
from what sired it.
Chorus-
I am a massive
ancient head
standing tall on
Easter island
full of silent musings.
You can’t erase
Offering you only my
rock hard gaze,
staring out beyond,
your palms that wave
frantically in my stoic face,
your lips they utter curses
that even gods can’t hear
when true love fails
they have no ears
I am a stone head contented
With my comforting thoughts
That all that we once knew is not......
And those distant waters
before me hold,
Many whispered promises
yet to be told,
they will baptize my soul
and set me free
among the many other
lovelier fish in the sea.
among those many other
lovelier fish in the sea.....................
Art~Whimsically Yours studio
Matthew F. Blowers III
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