Feeling a little weird today, I create and in many ways destroy myself as I write. |
-Behind This Stare- by Keaton Foster Behind This stare Nothing Is there Empty pools Swirling broods Of decimated fools Ones who tried To save me Ones who failed The impossible Deeper still. Beyond color Far past humanity Within The treasured recesses Of troubled obliqueness Is where you’ll find me In such a place I’ll always be A homeless home For a person like me A person bound by And within himself. Behind This stare Nothing Is sparred Is it free Unchained Constructs Made pointless Parameters Non existent Devious things Are regularly Available There are no limits All things Imaginable. Behind This stare A wilderness of ideas Is full of creatures Far more terrifying Than myself But unlike most They wish me no harm Because to them Thy creator Is a God But to me I am no deity No false prophet. I am nothing free Only blackness seized I am an architect In such tortured ways Not because it is What I ever wished But because it is What was meant Part of my breath Bits of each beat Through my body Inside my mind. I am this Because of what Was done to me And in many ways What was not Behind This stare Nothing Lives there It is home to me And all that I am… Behind This Stare Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2016. |