I create art

that creates enemies

those hiding in the grass

come forth and expose their enmity

what was more important

your opinion and judgement

or a loyal friend

for an image created through imagination

that you failed to grasp

because you really don’t know

the heart of the artist anyway

you chose judgement instead

in your claim for art appreciation

yet failed to understand the essence;

all is subjective

so judge not what you know not

leaving a friendship that saved you

from drowning and falling off

that London Bridge into the sea of misery

she held your hand from that calamity

how ironic

since friendship mattered not

and we forgot the past

because now we know how to stand

art became a means to split seas

so you left

I thank art to allow hearts to see

what normally would be hidden

if art and artist existed not.