A twisted poem about being stuck in a life that I could never hope to escape. |
-In The Belly of A Beast- by Keaton Foster A statue of a creature Impossible to reach you Down below I remain Here In the belly of a beast Far down into its gut Suffering as I know I must I was never meant to escape I was never meant to be vacated From this eternity, placated God is punishing me For what, he could care less The darkness of such a place The nothingness of such a soul Are one and the same Intertwined we have become Festering like an unseen wound Unsettling I seem to the beast A poison that he knows Will someday lead to his doom Nonetheless he will indeed persist Consuming children like I once was And never again will be Ripping them to shreds Leaving them both alive and dead Leaving them to question everything As he, the beast with a finite purpose Questions absolutely nothing at all For him, there is no God above No hell or damnation for his actions There are no unbreakable chains There is no rusty cage There is no reasonable way To betray what he is And what he must do For him, the beast There is only here and now That and the ache to be fed In the belly of a beast Is where I reside Here Is where I call home Festering forever more I will never be free And neither will those Yet to be consumed by such An all-consuming beast… In The Belly of A Beast Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |