A poem about living the way I do and how it relates to my writings and the world around me |
-I’m Only Ever looking Back- by Keaton Foster The past Wicked Repressed Hidden in my chest Buried inside my head The deepest part of my soul Such a lesion Oh how does it grow A sickness consuming My natural condition Leaving me infectious Forcing me to expel The madness of my thoughts Forcing me to flood these pages With ideas that repulse others Causing them to flee the stage Initiating them to escape reality Retreating back into their fantasy Where they don’t trust what I say Where they only believe In what they truly know Such fools are easily tricked Such maroons are quickly bamboozled Judgment for and by the judgmental Is the key to all of our success I’m only ever looking back What I am able to see is terrifying What I am to feel is pure brutality Most days I drop to my knees Screaming for an ounce of mercy Pleading for a mountain leniency Asking the one who I still refuse To lend me a sense of ease Regardless of any price he deems There will never be a reply Just more of the same His wicked lesson endures His plan for me won’t be ignored I was born for this twisted role It just took me decades to know And a lifetime to understand I’m only ever looking back What I see What I know Like all else is the absolute truth But unlike them I don’t honor it I still find my ways to refuse All that is being read All that is being confessed are lies Far lighter tales carefully told A lessoning of our ways It’s what people like me just do I’m only ever looking back As all others see forward Far beyond their purpose and meaning Far beyond what they have come to call living Am I jealous of them Read the page, know the meaning See what it is I’m saying And then you’ll know How could I ever be… I’m Only Ever Looking Back Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |