Some poems are all over the place, just like me and my over active mind. |
-Violence True- by Keaton Foster A gun A knife These hands What a life Killer be kind Another time Killer be brutal Absolutely All must suffer A hell of a thing Their end that is Such a beautiful release Escapism forced me I’m just a man Sent beyond the edge I am continually living Within my own paradox A human being long since Doing what’s required to survive Blame me if you must I won’t accept it Would you Violence true Death comes through Dreams meant Realty not lent Made up Fiction Killer words Frightening at times So real Have I done it Would I ever Secrets do I keep Reason do I bleed God only knows Him and I On different sides Opposing what’s right As we do everything wrong All those held to the end Of course deserved it I always knew it Just not sure they did Violence true Hurtful ideas penned Astonishing acts lived Blurring lines Time and again Every idea Rooted in reality Every lie bound By a thread of truth My youth was hell My adult life Exactly the same I cannot escape Nor was I meant to I must suffer for the craft So must many others In their head I often wonder Do they consider All that is being said Or do they just assume That I am a melodramatic fool With way too much time And an over active mind Violence true I’ll leave that up to them I know the answer But I’m not asking Because such pointless questions Interest a man like me least of all… Violence True Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |