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Utterly lost
by-Matthew F. Blowers III
Utterly lost
in the tangle
of your mendacity,
limbs flailing at
the woods that
became wouldn'ts
trying to find
the roots
of where our
love once bloomed.
My soul a knothole,
empty and dark
as I stagger through
the acres of aches,
following the endless
forked tongues
of the paths on
which you've led me,
leading only
to dead ends.
With only this
poet tree to
support me,
its strength
etched deeply in a
trunkful of sorrows,
I take a long pause,
to gather my thoughts.
Soon I will leave
the stunted growth
of our love,
by retracing the
trails of my tears,
marked by the tiny shoots
of green they've caused.
Perhaps these buds
of hope will guide me
to much stronger roots,
then your twisted man-go,
as I seek a
sequoia of passion
rising somewhere
past this pain
.
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By Art~Whimsically Yoursby-Matthew F. Blowers III
Utterly lost
in the tangle
of your mendacity,
limbs flailing at
the woods that
became wouldn'ts
trying to find
the roots
of where our
love once bloomed.
My soul a knothole,
empty and dark
as I stagger through
the acres of aches,
following the endless
forked tongues
of the paths on
which you've led me,
leading only
to dead ends.
With only this
poet tree to
support me,
its strength
etched deeply in a
trunkful of sorrows,
I take a long pause,
to gather my thoughts.
Soon I will leave
the stunted growth
of our love,
by retracing the
trails of my tears,
marked by the tiny shoots
of green they've caused.
Perhaps these buds
of hope will guide me
to much stronger roots,
then your twisted man-go,
as I seek a
sequoia of passion
rising somewhere
past this pain
.