Waiting In The Cold

-Waiting In The Cold-
by
Keaton Foster



Out
In
Back again
Unsure
Unclear
What to do
And why
I wanna live
But
I also wish to die
Reasons
So inclined
Life
Oh’ what a hell
I wish I could
Somehow
Someway
Say just a bit more
I’ve spoken enough
Mountains upon mountains
Of silent words
Understand
Dare do I pretend
I don’t really
Facing causality
Headlong
I could be wrong
But I also
Could be quite right
Oh’ the chance is great
Too much to resist
These hands
Stiff and frostbitten
This mind
Sharp and unhinged
This body
My temple
Slowly to be dismantled
Torn down
To make some kind of space
Something better always waits
Words I will never set to waste
Each one
More important
Than any one before
Waiting in the cold
I just wanna know
I so wanna see
Darkness believed
By light, I’m intrigued
In between
A hell of a space
Nothing set out of place
I am no fool
Especially my own
I know what I’m saying
There is not one
Never a word
Penned without a purpose
Each line stands alone
Each one designed
So perfectly sublime
I have quite a gift
Such a gift
Has cost me everything
Those who love
Those who understand
At one time
Or another
Have fled from me
Nowhere
Are they now seen
I am alone
It’s so very cold
I guess
Heck I know
That I
Could go back inside
But I know that I won’t
Waiting in the cold
Is where I belong
Where I am true
To myself
And what
I have allowed myself
To be all about
Writing like this
Takes observation
When others would
Be so inclined to find
Some sort of a peace of mind
I of course would not
I am doing what I must
A hell of a thing that is
Doing what one must…


Waiting In The Cold
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013