A special poem to those out there who have become inspired to write via their experiences. |
-To The Well Once More- by Keaton Foster There That trail Through those woods Beyond this madness Out there At the precipice Something loved Something feared I’ve been there I’ve made that journey Several times before Not to take Nor to steal To make it my own Would be a mistake What is there Cannot be owned Cannot be possessed Why it’s there Exactly who placed it Mindboggling Is such an idea Suggestion rears Many thoughts Both dark and light Flood this head Overtake my brain Obsessed, I’m a convert For me it has become A matter of duty and love A justifiable reason Under this sun Again I make my way To the well once more To the edge Of every story I have yet to tell To the edge of an abyss That I’m sure is quite full Not of matter or substance But full of all inspiring nothing One step in front of the last Onward I blast No one hears me But that does not mean That I remain silent There is a point In our wicked lives When speaking what we feel Even if no one hears it Becomes more important Than the words being spent I am far past that point Way beyond that indicator To the well once more I’ll go again and again I’ll come back to prove That I’m all but lost I’ll fight the darkness Battle those creatures And the forest That contains them I’ll do what I must For a man like me There can be nothing less Purpose, so clear and precise I’ll never show anyone the way But if they arrive at the well I will embrace them As one who earned the right To stand at the precipice Of such undeniable change To peer into the void of ideas To be drawn from nothing To be turned into something As brothers we will share We will enslave the page With what we know And what we’ve been shown Some, those in tune Will come to understand Those, blind, without eyes Will remain in the dark To the well once more I will go I hope to see you there… To The Well Once More Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |