18+ A dark, deeply woven poem about finding a way to truly feel alive. |
-Cut Bone- by Keaton Foster Cut bone Deeper still Let the blood spill Cut into your soul To the core Of who you are Feel each slice The intoxicating knife Sharp on one edge Will only cut if you go Not if it’s removed Once you start Dare not stop Commitment is God Resentment, have none You are doing the right thing Of course what is right Is not so easily defined What is wrong stands As a monument to our kind A kind that you Are certainly a part of Being born is what you did The start of your existence That must come to an end This is not about death Not about suicide That would be too easy This is about something Far more concerning This is about escapism Through a decision To drive a blade Through your skin Through your meat Through your bone Into your very soul Only then Only at such a depth Will you truly know What it means to feel What it means for things to be real And not some charade of words Written by someone clearly absurd A man suffering from his own Self-afflicted wounds A man that spills his blood Upon the page so that others May find a way to understand To feel the agony of his pain And the weight of the shame That he has become burdened with Cut bone Deeper still Let the blood spill Cut into your soul To the core Of who you are In that instant When life floods free Feelings of doubt cease You will see You will know Such a lesson you will Never be able to forget Only then, so close to the end Can you truly begin to live These are of course just words A painted picture expressed From the mind of a man Wielding his own blade Cutting just as deep Cut bone Find home Know life By seeing into death Only then will you be free Only then will you feel All that is real… Cut Bone Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |