A weird poem about a journey devoid of hope, faith, or compassion in any form. |
-Too Far- by Keaton Foster Back there Somewhere Another place A different time An ageless face I lost it all No choice was mine Nor was it meant Fate was just the tip These hands, my own Are quite clean Another’s are stained Someone that I once loved Someone that I once needed Not anymore Such a perilous place to be Needing no one most of all Long since dead are any of them That could ever make a difference So even if I wished to change Even if I set down my load It is and will always be too late I have built up every possible Form of a defense mechanism There will be no getting in And certainly no escaping I have indeed come too far I have much further to go A seemingly endless journey That I alone must take Love grows quite cold in my chest Hope has long since died in my arms I am incapable of both charades I will never know one or the other I will only further grow to know myself At a level beyond all that is sufficient Being so aware comes at a terrible price An unrelenting wager assigned value Even though one of the two parties involved Could never even begin to pay God has intended everything His plan, cruel perfection His might, his will, his desire None which can be ignored The deity of my choice has been spent Faith holds no further flame to him or I What is required is beyond Any words in any book I have indeed come too far And everyone involved knows it I cannot change myself or my direction I can only further fight in every battle Knowing all along that I will lose the war Knowing all along that I myself Have come too far… Too Far Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |