Silence

Silence
by Keaton Foster



Silence
No words
Heard
No sounds
True
What is real
And not
Ambiguous
At best
This mind
A prison
This world
A forest
Creatures
People
Same
Said difference
All around
Shapes
Twisted trees
Folded horizons
Reality
All but broken
A mess
What is left
A stain
Further remains
In the middle
Conscientious
An observer
Here I’m alive
Upon the page
I’ll remain
Words
Are weapons
Imagination
Turned stagnation
The pond is full
But the water
Does not move
Below the surface
Is a truth
I’d rather not face
Deeper
Into those depths
Something
Once placed
Taken from me
Stolen from my life
Saddled with weight
Sunken down
Deeper than I’ll go
Beyond
The precipice
Of madness
Into the ether
Of sadness
Beyond what is
And could ever be
Survivable
Silence
Nothingness
Meant
By myself I am
Alone I’ve become
No one knows
No one understands
They just don’t
Or won’t
They refuse
As they should
None are fools
Apropos
Inward they see
Outward they scream
They wish to believe
That people are good
And that they
Are amongst the elite
Willing by standers
With their hands
In their own pockets
And their mouths
Taped shut
They won’t speak
They won’t say a word
They keep to themselves
As I plead with all else
They want to know
Without knowing
They want to experience
A darker truth
Without understanding
What it means
To have lived as I do
Silence
I won’t say a word
I won’t speak a sound
I will just write it down
Line by line
I’ll express it all
Inward and out
I tell them a truth
That they can live with
While I further die
Deeper inside
They won’t know
What to feel
Or how to think
The horror of it all
Will sink deeper still
Down to a depth
Yet to be expressed…

Silence
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2019