A really weird flow poem about facing the end that is always rushing towards me |
-Supermassive- by Keaton Foster In the distance Missing Listening Not hearing Silence rings out I begin screaming Louder and louder Throat now throbbing Pain won’t be stopping Hoping Willing Wanting a reply Wondering why Needing to know There is nothing Except Absolution The end Of every beginning Redundancy Sprinkled with causality Supermassive All-consuming Entirely undoing Dismantling our everything Such an unperceivable conundrum I should know how to escape But I just don’t I will die here In this nothing made so clear I won’t survive Because I was not meant to God’s hands are cruel His lessons are rules Not to live by But rather to die by As the nothing grows Every single role Infinitely shrinks The finest of point Is a flash of bright light Followed by forever darkness An unconscious state of waiting And contemplating Heaven or hell Unsure, do tell Have I done enough Could I’ve done more Or has what I’ve done Doomed me from the get Life, such a livable heck Full of so many regrets Which ones count most None that we suspect Only upon death Will the truth be told Only then will we know We cannot tell And if we could Would it matter at all I suspect No Supermassive A fitting word An appropriate descriptive Of both size and parallel A universal adjective For what I am sure is coming Both this way and next… Supermassive Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |