A special poem about chasing a lady in white that is trying to escape the same darkness. |
-The Lady In White- by Keaton Foster Darkened clouds A wondrous wild All around Escaping pain In the distance Possible change The lady in white I have never seen her face Always she gets away Running towards her fate While I am crawling away from mine She is heading for what she believes She is unimpressed with me And my ability to give chase I call out her name She will not reply I am a stranger to her Such an impossible danger That she wants nothing to do with She has been living In her own nightmarish dream Always fighting her demons Many loses for every one win But somehow she still has hope A luxury that I cannot afford An ideal that I find absurd If I was to catch her If I was to get her to stop To acknowledge my existence I would do nothing but add to her pain I would do nothing but complicate her escape In the distance she sees change Rays of oblivious light Waiting to break on through Wanting to shine anew Meant for those on the cusp Of such absolutes Unlike her I see nothing but darkness Nothing but the closing storm There in the scalding hues She fights to see an abundance of truth While clearly I see nothing but absolute lies She is running away from darkness Making her way through madness I am crawling headlong into All that I am sure that I deserve Our god is certainly not the same Her faith has remained unchanged While mine has become brutally stained She has the power to get through To escape beyond her eyes A naïve ideological approach That I am incapable of I give chase because I In the smallest of regard Foolishly wish to be like her I know that I will never catch The lady in white We may be on the same path Heading in the same direction But our reasons why Couldn’t be more different I will never hold her close I will never see her face Or know the story it tells I will never see into the depths of her eyes The best that I can wish for Is to never lose sight of her The lady in white has somehow become My version of hope in this world of hopelessness That for now both her and I still call home… The Lady In White Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |