An insane poem about a dream that I had about life for all of us being part of a test. |
-This Is A Test- by Keaton Foster This is a test An over abundance Of reconsidered sanity All that is truly seen Everything Once to be believed Each indelible ounce Is of absolute horror To be afraid is to be alive To be alive is paramount The pinnacle of every peak The deepness of every crease Folded inward upon itself Collapsing under its own weight Destruction will be a God Unlike any God known to us There will be no need to pray Belief will not be required Seeing with naked eyes Opened beyond everything wide Is what will serve us best This is a test Failure is the only option There are only naked trees In the garden of right and wrong Tall they grow, resentment known They hold back, their fruit Rotten right to the core Yet, all of us want more Poisoned is the sun Disgusting is the sky Many chasms of stone Turned prisons of mold May these words Hide like dragons In the mind of eyes Looking back at me Who knows the end What comes will leave And all that is to remain Will forever be changed Cannot think of the day Will not breathe the night Time is indeed quite repugnant The ugliness is everywhere Causation and audacity Such treacherous capacities Knowing the answer Does not qualify the question Or the respondent Understanding the premise Of something so logically broken Will not get us even an inch closer This is a test Administrated by whom Dare this pontificating train wreck Say That we have not the slightest of clue… This Is A Test Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |