Alone, what a terrible place to be. A child and a flower find a way, at least for now. |
-Alone In A Tower- by Keaton Foster Alone In a tower There is A flower By itself In a vase There In the shade Never does The sun touch Only Acute light Has it known But it’s alive Quite Far more Than most Far more Than any flower In any field Upon God’s Green earth Its petals Snow white Its stem Thick and green Its bud Continually Does it bloom The center Vibrant red Brighter Than blood Deeper Than the sky Alone In a tower There is A child Grotesquely Deformed Continually Bed ridden A hapless Helpless being That can Without question Do nothing For herself Alone In a tower She is locked Placed away Kept from all else Seemingly ashamed Are those The creators Of her existence Thus the masters And stewards Of her plight As cruel As it sounds As kind As it Would have been They should have Just killed her Thrown her From some ledge Left her For the wolves Slit her throat From ear to ear They should have done Any one of them Right then and there Upon her birth Upon the confirmation That she was so broken Way beyond repairable They should have done it At that brief point When she was closest To redeemability All children Are born innocent So the shorter After being born The better Alone In a tower Dare it be pondered Who gave that child That lone flower The one So perfectly beautiful The one That against all odds Is alive and thriving Such a mystery Of who placed it there Within the cascading shade All the while Knowingly betraying The needs required Is vastly more unnerving How does it Continue to live How can it survive Acute is the light It receives no water All things essential All things desired Are not present How could it be Why has it not Wilted and died Returning to the dirt From which it came Alone In a tower There is a flower And near that flower There is a child Both it seems At least to me Are where they belong Either has Any real chance At escaping But day in And day out Both manage To further survive Onward they press Helping each other Via splendid beauty And deafening tragedy Via contentment And a blistering reality I often wonder if There will ever be a time A point where when one Succumbs to what it needs Will the other Follow close behind Or will it remain Still very much alive Alone In a tower There is a flower And there is a child Both have little light Both face greater darkness But regardless of that They are both surviving The hand they’ve been dealt If such a predicament If such an achievement Does not make you believe That there is a God And that his dominion Over life remains divine Then I fear little else Will or could… Alone In A Tower Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |