Fight This World

-Fight This World-
by Keaton Foster



Deeper
Can it be
Sadness
Hopelessness
Often
Do I feel it
Confined
To madness
Again
And again
I wonder
Should I be
Right here
One line later
From a moment
Before
One poetic schism
Between brilliance
And complete
And utter
Insignificance
Will you
Those so few
Those often true
Will you get this
Or won’t you
Will it matter
Or will it not
Will you hold it close
Or will you cast it away
To the depths of hyperbole
Will I ever even know
And If I don’t
Will it make a difference
For me the answer
Is the same
As the question
Just as
The pain is the same
As the joy that I feel
Getting to the end
Of this thread
Within the tapestry
Of my torturous mind
For days
Sometime weeks
I sit right here
Blank is the stare
My mind races
My heart fights
To stay close behind
The two refuse
To communicate
They are separate entities
Within the same being
They both believe
That I must fight
This life
This cruel game
And this place
Where lions
Are easily mistaken
For helpless sheep
They both understand
That they are part of
Something greater
Than they themselves
They both know
That without
And despite of each other
They must wage a war
A battle where in the end
There will be no survivors
Just casualties
Collateral damage
To in time be mended
Life is never about the wounds
It’s about the healing
It’s about the scars that remain
Long after our days of fighting
I will tell my stories of battle
Even if it’s only me fighting
So tedious
This weight
My responsibility
I have suffered
And I still do
For it each day
It has cost me more
Than any of you
Could ever know
It has taken everything
While giving me one thing
Something irreplaceable
And unredeemable
Something that few
Could ever want
And ever less
Will ever have
Deeper the pain
Pushing down
Like a weight
Upon my brain
Certain things
I cannot relate
Certain words
Just won’t work
These ideas
Seem insane
But as I see it
As I feel it
Each line
Every damn letter
An extension
Of what I’m am feeling
My blood
My body
And dare I say
My very soul
The guts of who I am
And what makes me tick
Conceptual
Ineptitudeness
Freakish
Gregariousness
Truly seeing
Thus said believing
Then
Past any of this
Beyond myself
I am of life
Or am I
Just living
An existence
Preponderant
Is the evidence
But I still
Can’t bring
Myself to believe
What most do with ease
Am I am the fool
Or are all of them
Tedious stooges
Playing their parts
As God sees fit
Am I here for them
Or are they here for me
As they the obstruction
Upon my path
Or are they the bulldozer
Smashing right on through
Breaking it all down
To manageable bits
It’s never the answer
That drives me
It’s only the question
A greater understanding
Of not only who I am
But of who we all are
I will fight this world
Not because its personal
But because like any legion
It’s not the men in the rear
The ones protected
By the flanks
The ones pushing orders
That decide a win
Or a loss
It’s the fighters
The warriors
The ones without fear
That stand afraid
In opposition
To the minutia
Of conformity
And commonality
Of such butchery
It is us
Thus me
Maybe you
We are the ones
Who slay with words
Murder within ideas
We are the ones
Not because we
Are told to
But because we must
We know
Understand
What is at stake
What it means
To fight this world
Tooth and nail
Blood and guts
To hell and if
Intended to be
Back…


Fight This World
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2016/2017.