From The Sky

-From The Sky-
by
Keaton Foster



From the sky
God’s evil eye
Watching me close
Knowing my dark truths
All the way back
To my time as a youth
A young boy lost in a wilderness of wolves
Opposable creatures that hated me so
Each one of them had a reason
All together they had something to believe in
They wanted to punish me for living
Under their constant weight and terrifying shape
I became a boy that did what he was sure he must
At that time in my life I had no regret
Now, regret is what I have most
My heart is burdened by its weight
And the decisions I felt I was forced to make
I live in a world that I no longer belong
Doing my time, waiting for judgment to come
And wipe me from the face of all existence
God will not forgive me because unlike most sins
The ones that I am guilty of have no foundation in man
Such sins of survival are traits of creatures not believers
Back then I was an animal devoid of a cage
A beast desperate for much succulent meat
I consumed my fill and then further still
I continued to feast upon the emotions
Of those who tried to help me the most
And those who tried to save me from myself
All of my life since I have been more beast than man
I have stood at the altar of God and spit at my feet
I have lied as I have pledge allegiance to his cause
Such allegiances is what I am capable of least of all
God has no time for me, nor do I for him
We are both each other’s vile waste
I am a side effect of his creationism go array
He is a byproduct of all that I dare refuse
From the sky he knows the reasons why
Downward he sends pain, upon me falls shame
All that has become my burden was his first
All that consumes me now is based upon his failure
To protect me when I screamed out into forever darkness
He never heard me before and now he has heard me
So much that he has turned a deaf ear
He will not listen, as I speak volumes
I am always breaking the back of his words
Using the fragments to build upon my own
A temple of poetic hypocrisy from which
The truest nothing I have ever known is to be worshiped
From the sky, all that I am and all that I’ve done
Has fallen down, crushing me with the decisions made
Equally held under charge and mired in blame
Both God and I stand no chance
Within each other’s increasing wilderness…



From The Sky
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.