Of No Use

-Of No Use-
by Keaton Foster



Of no use
Him
God above
Darkness below
The legions do grow
Running away
Screaming escape
They hate his face
His wicked gut
Drives them nuts
His lack of caring
Desperate and barbaric
They can’t stand that he is alive
He often screams of why
And so do they
To neither
Will there be a reply
He will remain alone
An unwanted being with no soul
His mother he does not know
His father, an impossible danger
All of his siblings
Mine as well be strangers
On the day that he was born
He was given away
Tossed into the deepest grave
The entire world was placed
Right down upon his chest
Since that day all that he has done
All that has made any sense
Has been a continual effort towards escape
The harder he pushes
The more the world above fights back
Of no use
For him quite obtuse
There has to be more
And unlike anything else
In that he’ll always believe
No one loves him
But oddly he loves himself
At peace with his demons
At grip with his situation
The harder the world above pushes
The more resourceful he becomes
Survival is a hell of a mechanism
A machine for existing
When existing
Was the last thing intended
Of no use
What they repeatedly say
He takes quite personally
What they mean he could care less
He will keep right on fighting
Pushing back against the world
That keeps pushing down upon him
His life and those unlike him
Are unquantifiable different
They are weakened by what they
Have no ability to understand
He is emboldened by what he sees
And knows to be abundantly clear…



Of No Use
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.