A tricky poem about a man who finds nothing in the new day dawning. |
-Dawning Light- by Keaton Foster On this day He rested All of his time Was wasted Reflection Introspection Each phase of it Became None existent He did nothing As he refused Every something Such was his way Wicked encased Pain on display He hated himself And everyone else His life, pointless His soul, hopeless His slanted mind A betrayer of every idea Born into creation He has become An unseasoned bureaucrat Belonging to no system of rule Belonging to no absolute truth Or measures of lies Some believed Others found out Those who know Point right at him Sir How dare you How could you Judgment is ours Down upon you We cast doubt What you’ve done Our blind God sees He knows all too well What’s the point There will be none Condemnation lives Within the hole In the middle of his chest Dawning light Makes no difference He won’t turn to God He will refuse the Devil Nothing is his true deity Of both desire and choice His God of circumstance No one else’s but his He struggles to connect As he loosens his grip Downward he falls Backwards into oblivion Will he ever hit bottom Will he ever find ground Dawning light Nowhere in sight On this day He rested All of his time Was wasted Reflection Introspection All of it None existent Nothing will change Because nothing Is all that somehow remains… Dawning Light Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |