Somewhere Cold

-Somewhere Cold-
by
Keaton Foster



Where
Here
This place
A prison
A home
Eternal
Cold
Just bones
No longer alive
Not quite dead
In between
God above
The Devil below
Neither knows
How could they
I do not belong
A stranger in life
A ghost in death
Somewhere cold
That is all that I know
All that I’ve been shown
I hear the voices of the living
I hear the screams of the dead
Both are speaking the same things
Gibberish to man of so many words
I can’t understand
No more than I can truly explain
One dark night
Back when I
Was amongst the living
Fearing nothing of this
And suffering from all things shit
Easily I put a gun to my head
Without concern for anyone else
I squeezed the trigger
The sound still does linger
Death was not so instant
Instead it was more transcendence
To a height above the ground
But far below any realm of clouds
I am unwanted
Nothing has changed for me
Nothing except for choice that is
I have none in this place
I am just waiting
Just listening
To the screams of the dead
And the voices of the living
Lingering must be my punishment
Then again
Maybe it is my salvation
I am unsure if I’ll ever know…


Somewhere Cold
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013