A really twisted poem about being at peace with being in a small room with padded walls. |
-A Room Without A View- by Keaton Foster Four by eight Retangulary squared No light allowed Only darkness spared A room without a view Not really a prison cell But rather a safety vessel Keeping me here This madman inside From hurting those Beyond here Outside They would stand Little to no chance I would not kill them I would only destroy them There is quite a difference I would make them suffer In ways that I Have become incapable of I have no reasonable God Not any that can be identified with I have not an ounce of hope And I possess no chance at peace In me Right inside my chest Burned into this heart Lives absolute madness An all-consuming hatred For myself and everyone else To these derelictions I was born Made by two careless fools With no reason or purpose defined After I came into being After I proved I was different They dropped me off here They abandoned me to this place Leaving me in their wake They have never returned Why would they ever I of course have since remained More defining has become my cage Closer have crept these walls Smaller everything has become Except for the madness within Such a thing could never be contained Or lessened in any reasonable way A room without a view Reason, thus truth Such a place, absolute There will be no escape Just more and more of the same Just ever-increasing increments Of unquantifiable rage Once a day A man dressed in white Comes to my room A small slot is all that stands Between him and I He stands just out of reach He always says the same thing Patient, number twenty-five How are you feeling today Never do I find the need to reply I look into his hollowing eyes I see nothing but a reflection of mine He smiles his twisted smile To me acknowledgement in kind Upon the hatch, always sits A toxic concoction of drugs One blue, two reds, three blacks And a small cup of just enough water The man outside, the one With the million mile stare Points at the cup and says Patient number twenty-five Please take your medication Comfortable with procedure I never for a second hesitate To do what he requires Why would I ever Such a question I won't answer A room without a view No definable windows No operational door Just four blank canvasses Four empty walls Four barriers built And reinforced between them And I... A Room Without A View Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |