Its Dark Inside

-Its Dark Inside-
by
Keaton Foster



Visions
Feelings
Ridiculous ideas
Requiring flushing out
Its dark inside
Night in the day
Blackness before dawn
I can never see
Blind I may seem
With my eyes closed
I can truly hear
Hypocrites
As always are near
I know them well
Upon this page
I spill their hell
The truth I must tell
At great cost
To me and myself
Its dark inside
Never does any sun shine
Nor does any moon reside
Nothing is truly home
The God of my universe
The crux of my heart
I cannot feel anything
Life and thus love
All just an act
For the man that is me
Incapable of any care
Is where I’ve always been
The void is my residence
My home of skin and bones
Where I am supposed to be
I’ll never escape
Never truly leave
When I’m deceased
The essence of my life
Will flash away like a flame
With nothing left to burn
All of me
All that I am
All that I pretend
Will be upon these pages
Lies and truths intertwined
Time and condition spliced
Into a monochromatic abyss
That few will dare trespass
My wife and child
Will find another way
A different, happier place
Never knowing that I
The man that one called father
And the other called lover
Was incapable of feeling
Anything at all
Its dark inside
It has always been night
Absolute and freight
It has always been dark
Shattering blackness
Suffocating my feelings
Or should it be said
An ability to have them
There are no lights in sight
Nothing luminescent
Nothing incandescent
Just suffocating
All consuming
Blackness and doubt
And thus
Madness brought on
By a life truly without
Its dark inside…





Its Dark Inside
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014