A twisted little poem about watching the pain of others and then expressing it. |
-Upon Her Heart- by Keaton Foster Upon her heart Sits a stone Crushing down Bothersome Is the sound I know Her limbs limp Her mind spent Her body broken Be assured She will not survive Nope Her wonderful life Tragic Her brutal existence Spastic Upon her heart There is a load One that she Cannot bear She is weak Always has been She cannot lift That which is death She cannot remove That which was placed By another Of significant strength Once she was loved Before she was adored No longer Nevermore Now she is condemned Screaming of the end Her lungs rise and fall Her empty mind races All that she has done Of failed to do An additional burden That she must contend I stand on the outside Looking in Wider is my view I won’t interfere Simply I refuse No matter if she cries No matter if she begs I will do nothing Except see what was meant A witness of the end A pariah of the page No life Even hers Will be a waste Upon her heart Is everything done Who placed it there Matters none Why it was placed Of a greater importance A lesson to be had But such lessons Require expression Emotionless are my notes Stored within this mind Placed into my heart Retrieved when wished Such terrible things Cannot be forgotten I will be honest And true Upon her heart Was placed the end Hers to be exact She won’t survive But what Has happened here To her Will without question Find an eternal life Of that I am certain Reasonably absolute… Upon Her Heart Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |