A weird poem about the breaking day and the darkness that is coming next. |
-Breaking Day- by Keaton Foster Here comes the sun Burning bright Wondrous delight A life giving and saving Deity of my choosing Under it I boldly stand Screaming I am a man A beast of a being Still doing what he can What I am sure that I must Worshiping you and your light Burdened by my plight Struggling with reality Fighting the duality Of the light that you give And darkness that comes next Each dawn you come Rising like a phoenix in my eye Each night you are quick to escape Falling like a stone into the unknown How I wish I could do the same But when the darkness comes Here I am forced to remain Surviving the shifting madness Facing my terrible demons Creatures of past experiences That visit me when I close my eyes I fight to disobey the hands of time But sleep always claims me true In my sleep I scream for the day To come back my perilous way Allowing me to escape from That which I see in my dreams A series of ever-widening nightmares Of unparalleled scope and detail Breaking day is my only escape The only way that I can breathe The only way that I can resist When the sun comes I know that it will be ok At least for the day to be faced But I also know that the night Will be coming back again And with it the darkness of sleep Which brings nightmares of creatures That I will never be free of Breaking day is my salvation And my absolute damnation Because like everything else it will end Leaving me screaming for the next rise Leaving me fearing the next decline… Breaking Day Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |