A strange poem about the place that I am in and how it impacts my daily life. |
-One And The Same- by Keaton Foster Confession Regression They won’t listen Moot is the point Forget about making it They could care less One heck of a thing Being forgotten that is A sin of skin A mistake of flesh Wondrous life Should be impossible to regret But I’m here to tell you It’s not Dammed from the get A poisoned mind Passed on like a weight Take this child Is all that was said Both father and mother Callously walked away Leaving the child Quickly made man With more questions Than ever could be answered God above doesn’t know And if he did Certainly he’s not telling The devil below tows Even a lighter load He won’t have anything to do With such an irreprehensible being He is alone as they come And I all too well know him Because surprise suprise I am him One and the same I’ve lived it all Every terrible second Both past, present And no doubt future I am between everything good And everything bad I am a neutral being Incapable of faith or concern Unable to love or hate Impossible to feel What passes for emotion For me sadness and happiness Are the same side of the coin I often question God Routinely I accuse the devil I won’t except anything as is Because I only believe in nothing An all-encompassing requited nothing That neither grows or retreats But stays exactly the same Predictable in every way That I am comfortable with Nothing else One and the same What a way to have to live… One And The Same Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |