A twisted little poem about those of us who swim and those of us who sink. |
-Sleepless Solitude- by Keaton Foster In a box Confined Around the clock Sleepless solitude Filling your head Burdening your chest The same question You do lament Is this it Your life Thus your strife Many can relate But many is but a few In an endless parade Of infinitely more Sadly your case Goes unnoticed By those precious Those within grace They are blind Knowing nothing Of your suffering They only come here When drawn from the light They would never step Into total darkness Unless of course You somehow Managed to bring them Managed to fool them Into believing That you need help That you need saving But we both know Via relation Through confinement That regardless Of our plight That saving Is what we need Least of all Sleepless solitude Destined Born into existence Our life Has meaning Just not conventional But rather provincial A person of the people Limited idealism Spread ever thin Semi-relatable madness Understandable sadness They only want a taste A bit Just so that they Can feel alive Just so that they Can feel more Their hope is God Their faith is master People like you Like us Those so confined By all that has been And all that we are Oddities in an ocean Of unquestionable similarities Some may tread Some may sink But at one point Or another All must swim All must find an oasis A place to rest Finding a measure of solace Expressed by a person That has been sinking Since the very beginning In a box Confined Around the clock Sleepless solitude Filling your head Burdening your chest The same question You do lament Is this it The answer If there could be one Should be Will it come to matter But of course That is not the answer But just another question One like all others To be considered By those of us Few in number Unlike those swimming Some may tread Some may sink But at one point Or another All must swim All must find an oasis A place to rest Finding a measure of solace In a world of nonsense We are the few Those so inclined By our life and our time While they swim We further sink Such depth brings truth A truth that many would Do anything to know… Sleepless Solitude Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |