A way out there poem about my odd life with my now deceased mother. |
-Be So Cold- by Keaton Foster Be so cold Frozen Deeper still Into your bones Unable will you again be To make any move Unwilling will you be To ever again try Stuck in place Your life Oh so did it waste You can do nothing You cannot resist You have no power To act as before Or forever more While I can do everything If you are as solid as ice Then I am as wild as the flame If you are immovable Than I am free flowing I can go where need be You have no journey to take No places or ideas to embrace You are done and I am not Be so cold The human behind these eyes The one so oddly seeing The one so truly understanding Of what has become of you and why Knows that with you And because of you Every amazing idea Comes into clearer view Insanity transcends Both time and real life Like an itch behind my eye Like a crack in my spine Like every bad deed done That I am unable to shake What you gave me through creation Is more part of me than anything Clarity seems as if a God My master of thought And my king of logic To you Nothing is your only truth Your one calling in the dark Your one mountain In the valley of your death Be so cold Be deceased As dead as you are I’d feel sorry if I could But I cannot I will say a prayer for you After all I am no true heathen I will honor your life with words It’s the least that I can do I will take what you did And what you failed to do I will make each lie a story Told ever so convincingly Those who read the lines Will see you deep inside Those who peruse the surface Will find nothing to admire Be so cold Death it seems is a fitting end Cruel is the kindest word That I know and understand I once called you mother You once called me son But that it turns out Was more of a lie Than any of this… Be So Cold Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |