Not A Picture Connects

-Not A Picture Connects-
by
Keaton Foster



Please consider
Do not differ
Give me a chance
Even if
It is your only one
Just look at this
Just look at that
Understand if you can
I’m sure that you must
Not a picture connects
Each and every one
So very much different
Not one image
Not one ideal
Is so easily expressed
Pain upon the page
Folded in many ways
Both truth and lies
Hiding in plain sight
You must know me
As well as yourself
To understand
That I am a man
Condemned
By his very own words
Just like these
Not like yours
I will die here upon the page
I will take nothing to the grave
I will be an empty hole
And a bottomless soul
Buried deep within his bones
People will come and stand above
Reciting some of what I’ve done
Asking questions
That I’ve already answered
Yet unlike me they will persist
Bastards of knowing all that is
Ignoramuses in the making
On the page is
And has always been
All that they need
Their narrow mind
Is no fault of my own
All blame belongs to them
Incapable I will scream
They will hear nothing
Just like when I was alive
Curiosity will drive them to me
But I know that it will do nothing
To cause them to remain
They will say, just as I
Not a picture connects
But unlike them I know
That every picture is part
Of a great unseen mosaic
A masterpiece of an existence
That was not meant to be
But somehow created a need
A need to be heard
And a desperate desire
To be thoroughly understood…



Not A Picture Connects
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013