Empty Chair

-Empty Chair-
by
Keaton Foster



In the woods
As it should
Sits an empty chair
I once placed it there
Many years ago
No one else knows
Of the place that it resides
It is beyond any road
Beyond any traversed trail
Just there in the dark woods
Deep past everyone’s care
Everyone except for me that is
It has a purpose
A well-defined meaning
I know who is meant to sit
I know who certainly won’t
Like it or not
One day before far too long
They will be forced to come
Made to fill the seat
And be my captive audience
I will be kind with my words
I will only remind them
Of what it is they have done
I will not lie
I will not judge
I will only confess
And in time
So will they
Once I am done
Once they sing
All that needs to be sung
I will set them free
Certainly they will bleed
Definatly they will scream
Emotionally they will plead
Only at that darkest point
To me
Will they be able to relate
Once they are gone
Once they are buried quite deep
I will remove the empty chair
Placing it somewhere else
In a different forest
In another time
For quite a while it will sit
Waiting just as it always has
Until a day comes
When I need it again…


Empty Chair
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013