A twisted little poem about my heart not beating, not fighting, fine with the fate lent. |
-This Beat Be Departed- by Keaton Foster Thy heart Silent This beat Be departed Maybe In a way It will be Restarted Shocked Back into Existing Given A swift kick Back into Beating Right now Presently It is silent Nothing Not a beat Not a thump Just Nothingness But I’m not dead Not just yet I’m alive Looking up As people Scramble around Their lips Are moving But no words Are coming out They are pointing To and fro They are panicked Clearly Far more than I I can feel Everything really Crisp and clear They are beating Upon my chest Slamming me With their fist Reading their lips I swear They are saying Live God dammit I’m sure that God Is nowhere near My calloused heart Remains unimpressed With the severity Of their wasted efforts This beat Be departed Not to be restarted It won’t stand For another second Of such an existence To it I can relate Because really What choice Do I have Absolutely none I was feeling ill Quite sick Of it all Long before I fell right here And frankly I won’t care If I Never again stand Thy heart Stopped beating And I Failed at living The next step Is of course death Non existence As they fight To save me I slip away Further From myself And all of them This beat Be departed… This Beat Be Departed Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |