There is no more fat to chew,
No more the bitter taste nor choking gristle words to spew.
I sit more peaceful,
More peaceful I sit undisturbed,
Nose cut and spite grinds that tempered grid,
No kind to be found, nor gentle to be sourced from under that hollow lid.
All lemon pepper sucking and twisted vanity unfair,
Nothing is happening behind that vacant vacuous stare.
It was a cold heart that shifted my mood to one side,
How I sat there bare as the day I fell falling from my Mothers tide.
Now I find I walk that small rope tight and balanced alone,
Calm now the melody, that tunes my calmer tone.
Copyright © 2018 Charlie Hasler.