A poem about how some don't understand or relate to my work and what I want from them. |
-Bereft of Me- by Keaton Foster Bereft of me Can’t you see You should know Somehow understand That I am just a man A person doing so much My hands are of course stained What I’ve done And what I’ve become Unquestionably linked I have always been forced No will does indeed belong Survival is the only game A game to be played quite well Failure is no option that I can see To rise above Is what it means to continue on I must do all of this But you my enabled friend Still have a viable choice Turn from these words If you feel in your heart you must I will not find a way to judge I will not consider you an enemy I will however consider you ill informed You didn’t ask and I know That such a statement is indeed A qualifying defense But this is no court of law There is not one claimant That has a right over the other Judgment by the judgmental does not work Not one of us is without our own stain God knows and if he don’t He sure as hell acts as if he does Bereft of me Deprive me of what I need And I of course will do the same Everything in life is fair game I know that because I’ve lived it Always being the target Teaches a person to move In dramatically unpredictable ways If you can stand these words Then please do as much Interpret them as your own Then maybe you could understand What it’s like first hand Bereft of me Be more concerned for yourself I of course would do the same Take what few lessons are here And make each of them your own Do whatever it takes to survive Because I assure you That I am doing exactly the same… Bereft of Me Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |