A poem about life, climbing towards our ends, failing along the way, making our mistakes. |
-Lost To Our Graces- by Keaton Foster Wasted faces Standing places Kindred replicates One and the same What a shame Lost to our graces Escaping cases Defacing hatred Making it more Than ever before Raising the level High above our heads Beyond reasonable limits From the earth below To the heavens above In between we reside In between we find time A mountain unto itself Meant to be climbed When we reach the top Our livable lives Will indeed be stopped By who or what All depends upon Elevation and dissention We will face every decision Headlong Lost to our graces We cannot be saved Only dammed Only turned less than Ever before The god of absolute choice And the god of reluctance Will point their fingers Fighting over ownership Quarreling over membership Will it ever be settled Will they ever come to agree Unclear the answer seems The brutality of darkness Will be left to simmer The light will no longer hinder Again we will find ourselves Residing in between Being pulled towards light As we are dragged Further into darkness For eons we will remain For eons we will have to pay The price is of course steep Lost to our graces Shattered are our faces Broken are our hearts The end is only the start The mountain has been traversed The decline, so perverse Our fall, meant to be great Our descension will remain Wasted faces Standing places Kindred replicates One and the same What a shame Lost to our graces Escaping cases Defacing hatred Making it more Than ever before Lost to our graces We will never be again Our lives One stumbling trip Towards the end We will all climb Within that end We will all be defined The god of our choice Is waiting The god of our failures Is keeping him company We will pay Oh how we will pay Lost to our graces… Lost To Our Graces Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |