A poem about writing as a way to bridge the divide between me and everyone else. |
-The Divide Between- by Keaton Foster Hear me Feel me See me Believe me These words My home My bones My true God There is no other Never has been Never will there be Cursed from the start An unquantifiable spark Meant to burn everything down No reason can stand true No hypocrisy can be placed The divide between Is an intrical space And I am sure that I am Just outside the fold I am quite different Some say In amazing ways Others say Insanely in his case Either way I am doomed By both my choices And my undeniable affliction But such damnation Is not yet close is not yet mine Until it is I will live I will fight I will express Nothing to be left Upon this page And every other one That waits An ambiguous stain Sort it out as you wish Cover it up Expose it to others I care even less This is And has only ever been About one particular thing One finite need That must be met A deeply seeded sickness Pours from within Oozing out Exposing the impossible Then turning it on its head Making others think What is being said Masterful ideas Or illogical quandaries The divide between Shorter and shorter To me it does seem I will fight to bridge any gaps I will fight to leave much behind As I fight to get everything out My mind Oh how could it be defined A weird wilderness An endless landscape Suffocating blackness That occasionally Is brought out into the light Every so often all is exposed Only then does the divide between Seem to be bridged Those who listen to what I say And those who fight to understand it Stand with me in the same place A place that I know As many of us as possible must go… The Divide Between by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |