Problématique

-Problématique-
by
Keaton Foster



Upon my head
Sits the end
Crushing down
All around
Deciding
All the while declining
I fight to resist
Each day
Every damn night
Less and less of me
Does indeed
Cease to exist
Who placed such a weight
Down upon me
Of that I don’t know
But certainly I can assume
Via such an assumption
I can make an ass
Out of you and me
And of that
I will continue to do
Maybe not in this instance
Maybe not here and now
But in the future
Be assured
I must further concede
Indeed
Problématique
Just a word for those
On the outside looking in
For those unsure
As to what they see
To me such a word
Tattooed across my chest
Is closer to my heart
Than any bullet or blade
Closer to my heart
Than any love or hate
So close that such a word
Additionally is suffocating me
Forcing me further it seems
Outside what I am sure that I know
Into a wilderness of what I don’t
Problématique
Is me and all that I see
And more effortlessly
All that I have come to show
God don’t know
And if he does he won’t confess
It to me and anyone else
I am, as always intended
A human being
Left to his own defenses
I can deal with his decision
Because let’s be clear and true
I have no fucking choice but to…


Problématique
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013