A quick flow poem about the how I write out my life for others to embrace when needed. |
-All So Clear- by Keaton Foster Master Of verse Savage Of words Killing it Burying it Leaving victims Deceased Proclamations Of verbal speech I’m telling you Like it is There is Nor will I Ever do less All that you see It is parts of me An increment Of a sum Far greater Than its container Explosive Via the pressure Forcefully encased Nothing of this Can I waste All of it Part of me I don’t fit in Not anywhere Not anytime I am alone Even if I’m in a room Packed full of people I am nothing To everyone But of course myself All so clear Precise Without question Despite of In opposition to Either way Serves the end Defines purpose I won’t ever stop Nor will I ever end Words are legends Poets are a dime a dozen It will take eons For these words To sink on in Through the screen Filtered and relived None of the stains Of who I am Will eventually remain But what will What must Will be the essence Of what was said And how I expressed What so few Could ever accept While I was alive All so clear There is no line No rhyme No flow Or ending That I don’t know There is nothing That I write That has not been penned A million and one times Inside this relentless head My mind Wicked and wild Working overtime I see each poem Like a perfect picture I know what is to be said I understand What will be meant As simple As it should be complex It’s easy for me That being said I’m a social misfit Those who I meet Often ask me Why are you so mad What are you so sad How come you Just don’t move on Put hell behind you Find another way To somehow survive All that has been done Should not define you As it so obviously does To them I’m quick and sharp My point to be made Upon every cluttered page Find it if you must That is where I left it And where I intend For it to remain Long after you Long after myself Long after us All so clear… All So Clear Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |