Sink In The River

-Sink In The River-
by Keaton Foster



Sink
In the river
Floating
Never mind
Nor matter
Down
To the depths
Deep
Into madness
A realm
Devoid of sadness
A world
Missing
What’s tragic
Suicide
With a stone
Tied to a rope
Short the length
Around my neck
Between deciding
And committing
There is nothing
Except existence
When I drop this stone
Placing it forever home
I’ll be pulled right in
Dragged on down
They’ll be no sound
Underwater
Screaming
Is made pointless
I’ll never be heard
Just these words
Read by others
Sounded out
In reality
Is this all about
What it seems
Or is it about
Something else
Something so
Entirely different
Meaning
Changes
From one victim
To the very next
Life taught me that
Amongst other things
I can’t change
Nor should I
I can only live
I can only die
My time
Or every other
Heave hoe
Here I go
The stillness broken
Counting each second
As the last
The slack removed
Tension applied
Not enough to break
Only enough
To pull me from my feet
The splash smaller
Than anticipated
The wake
Devastating
Light quickly slips
Darkness grips
Looking up at life
Heading down
Towards death
In between
I’m truly alive
I’m truly living
It does not take long
All light is but gone
Blackness found
My chest fills
Overflowing
Suffocating
Beautiful
Is this predicament
Transcendence
Via a sinking feeling
I’ve been here before
The method varies
But the end
Is always the same
A god unto itself
I have decided
My own fate
Sink
In the river
Rise to the surface
Stand in the wilderness
Look into the eyes
Of repetitive emptiness
The process matters none
The liberation via speculation
Is as of now
Enough for me…



Sink In The River
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.