A special poem about the relationship between myself and those who read my writings. |
-I Won’t Survive- by Keaton Foster Here I am There I went Illogically speaking Theoretically pandering With a cardboard sign that reads Please listen to me I am sure that you must Arrogance and then some Absolute devotion I have none What about you? I won’t survive Without you Then again I won’t survive Without myself Always searching Frequently blurting A poet turned madman A madman fighting for himself Survival is a steep price Pay along with me Help save me from myself From my darkness and doubt I won’t survive without you A hell of a feeling to have Knowing that my own existence Hinges upon the existence of others Strangers turned bastards Bastards turned sons and daughters To each of my slighted words Relating the relatable Measuring the inequitable I have never met a goose or a gander I have never seen life as fair God has a grudge and so do I I have a chip on my shoulder That I spend each day Daring people to knock it off Sooner or later Rather than never Someone is gonna answer the call Someone is gonna meet the need What will I do? Probably something more than now But certainly less than ever before A thank you will be in order A handshake and a smile Maybe some parting words Eloquently written in blood Theirs or mine matters none Without out such a chip As the one on my shoulder Would I still be able to be The desperate man that I seem? Would I continue to fool the fools Who lend sight to my words? Of such a thing I am not sure But here I am picking fights Kicking ass without taking names I am a pacifist turned advocate Strangers you all seem But more important you could not be I won’t survive without you So if you can If you feel as if you must Please help me And in turn save me I won’t survive unless You step in and decide… I Won’t Survive Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |