A poem about being a relay station between two points of change. |
-Fiend Turning Tide- by Keaton Foster The sea Waves they be Slamming Ramming Shifting madness Changing everything Leaving nothing Hatred and obliteration Upon one hand Disguised as beauty The faithful are certain Of God’s master touch The darkness is reveling Knowing all truths While telling only lies Fiend turning tide Changing what is sacred Making it something else Destructive in nature Innocence mired by creation One of damnations offspring In such a scenario Many wrongs make nothing seem right Those of faith will begin to turn Those of choice will become undecided Lost in nothing’s neutral embrace I am just a man A poet of a fool Telling my own truths Hoping to make a difference Where there will be none I am acutely aware Keen with such observation Has for a time served me well Reveling within my own contradictions Waiting for a clearly spoken message So that I can relay it to the masses Fiend turning tide Is what I see in this present time Certainly all can change For good or bad For right or wrong Such distinctions matter none I am just a relay station between Any two given points A point of conveyance An onward push that is needed Aided by my ability to express What others often refuse Or simply do not see… Fiend Turning Tide Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |