I like to write poems that really push the boundaries of the core idea, this is one... |
-Sinners Crawl- by Keaton Foster Sinner Beginner Unrequited pipe fitter Connecting pieces Building confined streams Turning them into dreams Impossible does the truth seem You prefer to lie But be assured there is Has always been One indefensible truth One you cannot hide Nor change Person of life Broken in strife Fall backwards Reverse direction And thus All dereliction God will forgive At least that’s the idea But first if you can What you must Consider playing along Take each step to heart Get down Below your knees Lower than any belief Way way down To an impossible depth A place where darkness is clear And where reality Will not be spared To a hole in the very soul Of who you truly are And what you’ve become Sinners crawl Beg if you must for mercy Impossible is that hypocrisy Repeatedly question God Require his understanding As you do it all again Change is the bitch cousin Or your modus operandi You won’t ever do what it takes You will never break any light Only impossible blackness resides You just cannot be saved You were never meant to be God above has damned you To yourself and this world But please Further still indeed Ask away if you must If it makes you feel better Assume every lie as truth Put on a smug face As you spiral lower and lower Far below your knees Lower than any belief Way down To an increasingly impossible depth A place where darkness is clear And where reality Will not be spared A place where you have always belonged Once you are there Once you can never return Look up from the depths From the sterile blackness of nothing Both lost and gained See that pinprick of light In that emblazoned realm Of so many absolutes That is the world behind The kingdom of him enshrined A place that you Have never belonged A place outside what you Are remotely capable of Sinners crawl Down every deep hole Find a home meant to be A reality so intently weaved And sadness decreed By the God of humankind By a God that to you Has never been meant To be so bluntly defined… Sinners Crawl Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |