I have a dream, it repeats, trapped under a landslide. What would I be forced to do? |
-Beneath A Landslide- by Keaton Foster Noise Sounds Inferences All around Nothing Seems real Blackness So surreal The world above Went sliding down The pressure Now by the pound Squeezing life Crushing any doubt I just won’t survive Nope Not for long Under my feet Earth broke free Downward It and I screamed Tumbling towards An obligatory happenstance God should have forbid But rather there is this A condition of our existence A chance we take breathing I’m sure Quite certain No one heard me No one knows That I’m here Within this crux Again I find myself Very much alone Maybe others Were close Maybe some Are as I am now Here Alive Alone Beneath a landslide This pocket Of resistance Is allowing me A shorter chance At forgiveness Nonetheless Death will be coming To God I’ll be praying His divine wisdom Has served me none His outright arrogance Has become the source Of my indifference But In a finite time like this It’s amazing how quick I have forgotten All that has kept me away Certainty has forced Both him and I Sooner than preferred I will be knowing The answers To all that I am Or have ever asked I will face it headlong No avoidance No distraction Nothing encumbering Brutal honesty Veiled in tragedy Here Beneath a landslide Such reconciliation I’ll face with ease Thus The incurable disease Of all human beings The ground That we stand upon Can easily give way Forcing the hand of fate Leaving us in a perilous state Where what once held us back Forces us to make peace… Beneath A Landslide Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |