A poem about purpose. |
-Lying In This Bed- by Keaton Foster Lying in this bed A world above my head Spinning, shifting madness Below my back A solid foundation, cracked In between is where I exist Beyond is where I dare not go Existing and living Polar opposites in every regard I am here on earth, doing time A prison of the senses enshrined A cage for an unhindered mind I am not like you I am not like anyone else Of God’s fractured image I was created Enslaved into being and not meant to be Existing within the same paradine Confusing feelings fill my chest Emptiness races out with each breath All else are perfect, while I am vastly flawed All else have a chance, while I do not I am mistake, a broken boy from the get Now I have become a damaged man Doing what he can, what he must Without regret, acts of formidable sin Speaking out against the sun and the sky Pointing up, wondering what if As all others hold their hand Close to their impossible to defeat hearts So strongly they all believe So powerful is their faith that it overcomes While mine, certainly does not Lying in this bed I see more than most, more than I should I am not afraid to step, upon shaky ground I am not afraid to wander out beyond my skin I fear no creator, no master of plans I only fear myself and what I am capable of Certainly when I die, I will pay dearly For my potent inability to believe But for now, life, the obstacle that divides Is the only concern that burdens my soul What will I do, where will I go How will I know, and if I know Will it make any damn difference Lying in this bed, pondering many things Madness to some, brilliance to others To me, a seemingly innocuous stream of ideas Concepts and nonsense to be pondered Some of what I have penned May mean something, but not until My life has long since expired So for now, lying in this bed I will do what I can, to deal To understand, and to confess If not for everyone, then for myself I am content being such a monster of a man I am content with my gift, turned cursed I have only one purpose, one finite meaning And I am aware, that belief plays no part In what I am here to do… Lying In This Bed Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |