An odd poem born from the idea of a plant growing from a seed. via my weird mind of course |
-Cataclysm Raining Down- by Keaton Foster Doom To be handfed With a spoon Open up Suck it in Ingest this idea Understand When understanding Is what you wish Least of all Pay this price Staggering the cost The sum Is just your life Thy glorious end Time my friend Has betrayed you Once again Before was minor This is major A catastrophe Of empirical data It cannot be argued It cannot be denied The season is quite right For someone to be planted It mine as well be you Cataclysm raining down Watering the ground An allowance for growth From the bitter end To something else friend Will you rise back up Or will you remain Burdened by weight Hiding within the darkness Of your eternal state Fate Such a twisted bitch She’ll never let on Only after the fact Will she yell Surprise Will you grow From your death Back to life In a form And function Unfamiliar Will your second chance Be your very last Or just another of many Cataclysm raining down Saturating all that is around Thunderous the sound Wide awake I dream A witness to the crime Your agent provocateur A man capable of explaining What has become of you It’s not right But since when Has what’s right Held any weight The ground is cold Bitter Like stone The earth is heavy Damn near impossible Carrying the load Of our species Will become your new goal From your decomposed abode We, you and I Can hope that you grow Maybe something beautiful Maybe something terrifying We just won’t know Until after the seed sown Breaks the surface of everything That has been placed down Upon you… Cataclysm Raining Down Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |