A twisted poem about fighting to survive above all other things. |
-Taking Fight- by Keaton Foster These hands This man All beast All creature Ruthless teacher Incredulous lessons That must be taught That must be understood Clear and precise Without an ounce of doubt I’ve done a lot More than most Unafraid I seem Reality screams Bruised and scarred Both skin and heart I wish I could change Take all of it back Deep inside But the closer I get The further away I always seem God above Will not forgive Darkness below Will not embrace me I am on my own I am not one of the flock I have no desire to be I can’t get past God’s ways I can’t allow myself To forget the past Back when I was innocent Under his thumb I lived Under his weight I fought Survival came at a price A skeptical conclusion With regard to such an illusion I will never be able I will never allow my heart To feel anything but coldness I have always been And always will be Taking fight That is just my way There is no right Only wrong I do what I can What I am sure I must My soul is not part Of what is considered Survival is my only priority Certainly when I am dead I may pay for such arrogance Then again, I may not Either way concerns me none Living and surviving for me Are one and the same Taking fight Is my only way How I continue to survive When I otherwise wouldn’t… Taking Fight Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |