A weird poem about the darkness deep within our souls regardless of our faith. |
-There- by Keaton Foster There At the bottom of your soul Such a cavernous hole An eternally endless pit The darkness down below Is unforgiving and unrelenting And if need be Quite molesting Do as you must What you can Try to always be right While being so very wrong Fight your best battle Leave the dead piled up high Let them know your name Just before you end their plight Stand for what you decide Let nothing change what you alone Are certain can be confirmed as right Climb to a height where falling Is nothing of an option Stand upon any mountain See beyond every possible horizon Be committed like a hunter to his prey Do what you alone are sure you must Reach for those heavens As you escape your hell Question your illogical God As to what you must do next Then wait for a reply While you are waiting The darkness will be advancing There At the bottom of your soul Is a cavernous hole An eternally endless pit Where all secrets are kept And all that you cannot deny hides Slowly they are becoming the same One unified front against you And your foolish attempts At happiness through any kind of faith The height to which you have climbed Has left you suffering from hypoxia To you all of this may sound mad To you all of this may sound insane But more than both of those You know That this is absolutely true There In such a place unclear Is where the darkness flows Forcing you as it has in the past To do things that you have often felt That you are incapable of repeating You are far more capable Then the climbing that you do To escape your absolute truth And what hides down there In the bottom of your soul… There Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |