A twisted poem about a man who does what he must, at any price to be paid. |
-Dare I Suggest- by Keaton Foster Dare I suggest Wicked In his chest Inside A dull roar Such a heart Galore Indeed A twisted whore Torturous Is his fate Undeniable Are his ways Kicked to the curb By the reality of choice And all that it implies Living high atop His mountain of lies What was once true Is no longer absolute What could have been Is all but gone What is Is all that remains His lungs labor Each rise And each fall Such a struggle Enthralled Burning in pain Living again and again Forcing him to suffer Increasingly In such terrible ways His mind Betrays his soul Neither one does he know He second guesses Every one of his doubts He believes in nothing That he can't hold In his crippled hands If he can't touch it And judge it for himself Then he wants no part His frail body is aged Broken in dismay It is twice his numerical place He'll be dead before long Way before death was meant Heck a lifetime before What he would expect God above is nearly done Just a few more task Issued circumstances That many others Would not survive He has put up a good fight But such a waged war Was never meant He has battled proudly Killing the enemy of his kind He feels no remorse How could he ever He feels nothing at all Except for of course The above mentioned Gut-wrenching pain Dare I suggest He'll do what comes next And do what comes after that He will not allow himself to fail Regardless of the pain Associated with being so alive He will do what needs to be done He always has There has only ever been Darkness in his sky He sees no obvious light No path out of this place And the ways in which he Must act in order to be So purposefully defined Which without question Will happen long after His time and his life Has come to expire Dare I suggest What he of course Must lament... Dare I Suggest Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014 |