A trippy poem about forgetting myself to a point where who I once was is gone. |
-May Forget Me- by Keaton Foster Identity Complacence Not retainable Is any information Fools do guess Upon this liars request They try to figure me out Just as I do more To obliterate myself Every path leads No place quick Every idea about me Is turned on its head Nothing can be validated Not one thing Can be confirmed Those closer few are gone Now in this world As far as I’m concerned It will always be just I Who am I really Truly, deeply, completely No longer do I know Somehow In some way I just forgot Lost my place Lost this face Now the man That is seen Is not the real me He’s a living lie Thus I Complete diatribe Made up Quasi fictional Often hysterical Running circles In square boxes Trapped within And by what Has been made up There is no escape No hope Or anything else May forget me After I Misplaced oneself Some days In some darker ways People approach Strangers all They swear That they know me That they’ve stood In my odd presence Had this very conversation On a few occasions Quickly to them I say What you knew Was never me What I’ve become Is just as convoluted There is nothing true All that is within All that is me And this heart Are falsehoods Convincingly told So much that they Have become more truth Than anything else May forget me As clearly I’ve forgotten myself Maybe only God knows But he’s not telling Because him and I Are not on speaking terms I’m sure That will never change Because crudely I don’t want it to For a man like me Faith Is more impossible Than telling the truth And I am incapable of that May forget me Because I’ve forgotten All things of myself… May Forget Me Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |