A poem about loss and regrets that hold heavy upon my heart. |
-In The Wake of Devastation- by Keaton Foster The voice The tone All of it Unknown It said Regretfully Must I add Child Son Creation Mistaken Your mother My vacant lover Is deceased Not so much alive Distant in the eyes A transcendental expression Of what will come next Callus and rude Sympathy sidestepped I have to inform you Of what is left Nothing She, your mother Is rotting away As these words The ones That I speak Are spoken Recorded In your head Burnt Into your mind Suffering A shrine unto itself You will have to deal Life, everything real Death, the reality That we all must face In time But not now of course Your will move on As you have before And so will I Then All there was And has ever been Was silence I did not hang up the phone I just placed it down Outside I went Towards the sea I wished Such a wish In time Came close to true I stood at the shore For a lifetime and more I watched the waves Break across the spine Of the sand at my feet What a thunderous sound Both unnerving and surreal I reached down Touching the water It was warm Further inviting I sat down In the returning wake Of every carried wave I sat there just staring up At such a relentless sky The same sky once seen By the mother lost to me I said a prayer for her Wishing her continued escape Release from all of her pain But more importantly I prayed for her forgiveness It was not mine before her death Something that to this day Has always been my mistake In the wake of devastation I will further wait In this place For quite some time I know that I shall remain… In The Wake of Devastation Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |