An all over the place poem about a man sharing his deepest sin right before his death. |
- Just One Mistake- by Keaton Foster The kids are wrong This story too long But it must be told It must continue on Regardless of why Despite those who listen And those with The damnest intentions All of them are irrelevant All of them mean nothing Within this tedious something Just one mistake Is all that it’ll take With a gun in hand Pointed at his head Just a squeeze away From his oblivious end He has turned to me Unnerving is his calmness Surreal is his madness Like a bucket with a hole Be begins to spill Do nothing of this Refuse what is seen Never be like me I did what I did And I now know That I must pay As good as it’s been It has always been bad Just one mistake That’s all that it takes There is no repeat No second chance I did what I did I took her hand Foolishly she followed close I brought here out here Into these maddening woods I promised her beauty I knew that she Was desperate to see it All that I showed her Was ugly She screamed out for help There would be none When I was done When I had my fun From ear to ear I slit her throat Her death was quick At least that is what I have always told myself In my darkest dreams I can still see her eyes Looking up at me as she died What was once endless Became permanently motionless What was once full of hope Became empty All that made her who she was I alone took away I dug a shallow grave I said nothing As I shoved her inside She landed face down I offered no prayer No last right I placed as much as I could Down upon her A few yards of dirt At least a ton of stones An old dead tree Would become an indication Of her final provocation It took me hours to bury her It took me many years To find my way back to her But here I am I brought you along Just so that someone would know Someone who could tell the tale Spill out all that was done For the non-believers to consume Just one mistake This place This wilderness of death Is a fitting location For me to end the scandalous nature To which I have become accustomed A bullet to the brain Quick, silent Lacking much deserving pain I’ll go quick Just like her You’ll remain Confess what was said Bring those so needed Back to her and I Tell them everything Just one mistake… Just One Mistake Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |