A weird poem about the end of my life. |
-Carving Out My Name- by Keaton Foster Naked Bare Steady the hand A skilled man Down upon one knee Adequate force applied Marking out letters Dates of the beginning Certifications of the end Crude, but effective Carving out my name On a heavy stone That was just there Waiting, ready Who placed it Quite unclear Immovable Impossible Forever and ever It will be A marker of me The end of the line No one else’s But mine Some will come Just a few A handful of strangers Obligated out of sadness They could not allow a man Such as I to face the end alone Standing there in uncomfortable poses They will say nothing So will I Carving out my name Marking my place Setting who I was Into stone Kind lies Will be truthfully lent A servant of God Will speak on my behalf Ignorant and blind Are those who knew me In such a moment of time They will let him carry on When he is done The reality of all that I’ve done Will come back full on Cursed in life Blessed in death Hypocrisy reigns supreme Amen will be said Something I myself Never truly meant Flowers will be placed Then forever all who came Will turn and walk away I will eternally remain As motionless as the stone That will shows those alive Where it is I have gone… Carving Out My Name Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |