Turns To Sand

-Turns To Sand-
by Keaton Foster


Turns to sand
In these hands
Abnormal
Is this man
I’ve done things
Horrific things
But for all
That I’ve done
No one has ever
Been hurt but me
No one has ever
Died but me
Just increments
At a time
Bits and pieces
Some important
Other quite irrelevant
All of it gone
Inside my soul
There is a hole
An impossibly empty pit
Where nothing lives
Where nothing is king
Inside my head
A wilderness of id
All around are creatures
Masterful adaptations
Cleverly created by me
And my tortured existence
Sometimes they transcend
Upon the blank page
They come to appear
Sometimes
I bring them forward
From insanity to reality
All that I would like to do
My deepest trespasses
Easily they do it for me
When they are done
They just disappear
Back into nothing
Back into thin air
Never again
Will I bring them forward
Never again
Will I rely on them
Upon myself
And my own mind
Is all that I
Can truly depend on
All that I touch
Turns to sand
All that I embrace
Dries up and blows away
As it leaves it touches my skin
Causing a stinging burn
That for a time belongs
A reminder of loss
A cautionary exposé
Over what is not
And what
Will never be again
Just as it ends
It always begins again
The cycle is throughout
From nothing to something
From my ideas to madness
None of it is spared
None of it is unclear
All of it turns to sand
What few remnants
That survive find their way
To the naked page inspired
That is why I continue on
That is why I fight to endure
That is why I’m here…


Turns To Sand
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.