Some of us are broken beyond repair because of what we know and where we come from. |
-Flaws- by Keaton Foster Broken At odds Each flaw Played Masterfully With no delay In this game I’ll win Because I have nothing Not a thing To lose Or to gain A neutral being In a vacuum Of existence God’s gift Not taken Nor rescinded Just a by-product Of things Beyond my skin My mother And father Strangers Brothers Sisters Heathenistic pretenders Never do I see them Impossible it is For me to feel them They, like me Suffer an illness A propensity To flee what it means To rely upon others For feelings of love And understanding All that they need Is themselves All that I need Is no one else I have no hope Not an ounce Emotionless Indeed This reality I bleed Internally I keep That which I can never lose Perspective floods through Swimming in my mind Drowning in my heart My chest aches My mind shakes Each and every day Increasingly difficult Flaws I have some More than most A lion of a share In a world of sheep I’ll never be tolerable To myself or all else I’ll never be accepted Or understood as is These words The ones I confess Are the only thing That I can claim But I don’t Because I know that words Can never belong To those of us behind them Words are our legacy Outlining the hypocrisy And the nature Of human audacity… Flaws Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |