A dark poem about living a life not meant to be. |
-In The Dark- by Keaton Foster No dawn No day No light No way Completely lost All alone In the dark Nothing is home The God of my life The weight of these words Burdening my soul What I’ve done Adds to the load To the depths I’ve gone Into madness I since remain No escape No change No other way My life Such a terrible shame Somewhere ridiculous The world’s smallest Violin is playing my song Probably out of tune I could have been more Instead of nothing I could have done it all Instead I’ve done less So many regrets All that I am is heck A wanting display of obliteration Without an ounce of consideration Those who love me are fools Those who love me are doomed They will struggle to understand As I know all too well That what must be done Has already begun In the dark I live In the dark I will die Like an unborn child In the womb of a corpse Death has always been Meant to come first Some of us like me Are born to their doom Some of us like me Are meant not to be A hell of a dream A hell of a reality Spending each second Alone in my skin and bones Knowing that each breath Goes against all that is Each and every thought Is a moot point Insignificance bleeds through There will be no escape In the dark I will always remain I was born into such a place I will die in the same… In The Dark Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |