A poem about my fears and how they go and I follow. |
-Every Terror Walks- by Keaton Foster Everywhere Everything A slide of the hand A twitch of the foot Consciousness Thus Expressive obliteration Where to begin When does it end This life Mine A prison of time In a wilderness Of chaos defined Nothing Feels right Something Is quite wrong It shouldn’t be But it is Every terror walks Before my eyes Within reality And eventuality They move about No one sees them No one but me I try to make others Understand But understanding In any form Is damn near impossible Call this a rant A poetic chant To let all of you know Every terror walks Mobile fears That transcend The darkness within Outward bound Aberrations of those Still living Breathing fears With a pulse Mindless slaves to themselves They know nothing Of what they are doing The end result The final reckoning Concerns them most Every terror walks Where are the going I don’t know Will I follow What choice do I have As long as I can see As long as I still breathe The answer is something That I am increasingly Uncomfortable with Every terror walks… Every Terror Walks Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |