A short poem about looking into the eyes of another as they make their final choice. |
-The Bottom of Her Eyes- by Keaton Foster Swirling pools Of madness and truth The bottom of her eyes Like the endless sky Forever can be seen Emptiness does bleed Life, no longer a spark But an extinguished flame Smoldering remnants Of all that use to be In the ground she will be Death is her new home Her new God of circumstance I did not kill her How could I ever I was there when she died She spoke her final words to me What she said will be kept Such a promise of silence Is not meant to relent She stood upon the edge Backwards facing she leapt Spiraling down into madness Her death, like her life Was a brutal spectacle of excess Before she went Before she escaped this world For a most final of time I looked deep into The bottom of her eyes Everything that she was And all that she was not was there She showed no fear but rather relief A sense that she was about to be free As sad as I knew I would be I was happy that she was finally Going to be so unequivocally at ease Never again would she suffer Never again would she bleed Those lonesome night screams Would be replaced by the silence Of an end of her own means She fell into her choice She went without fear or concern I wish I had the strength she had I have since remained Secrets kept I remember all that she was And all that she was not I could see it in her eyes I could see it in the depths Of her fragile being… The Bottom of Her Eyes Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |