A weird poem about flowing water...and then some |
-The Water Flows- by Keaton Foster The metaphorical Water flows Where, oh where Does it truly go Ridiculous I know Why am I asking Why am I curious Who really even cares Why should it matter It’s just water H2o Potable madness Used Sometimes wasted Insignificant at times It does indeed seem Because we are sure That there is more of it Than could ever be needed How wrong are we Ignoramuses In the middle of a sea Of soon to be nothing The ease it which it flows The ease in which it goes Blinds us all to the truth As one, not many I guess I could plug the hole But I have decided That I certainly won’t I like the idea Escaping fears Washing away Pseudo relief Cleansing some stains Out to the sea Out to the deep Down to the depths Never again to be seen Or felt by the likes Of those of us who suffer Dammed is one Dammed is all A unified front against Our own existence The metaphorical Water flows Where does it go Will it always be enough Or has the amount Been grossly undercut Added up by fools With the most to lose Words eloquently spoken Painstakingly written This poem is about water Not salvation There is no chance There never has been Screaming of the end Those of us who try Cry Those who don’t Manage to get by At least for a time The metaphorical Water flows Where does it go Many do not Or simply refuse to know… The Water Flows Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |