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Rated: E · Poetry · Adult · #2012011
A trippy poem about my fear, my will, and my purpose as I see it for my troubled life.

-Under Wicked Sky-
by Keaton Foster
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Under wicked sky
Both perilous and wide
There are no stars
Just endless portals
Of blackness saturated
In absolute madness
There are no sounds
Nothing to be related
Just immense silence
Just an over-abundance
Of what most would consider
An unquantifiable nothingness
Over there
I’m sure
There are creatures
Impossible monsters
That wish to do me harm
The further I retreat
The closer they seem
Often I feel as if
I am within nothing more
Than a snap of their jaw
Someday they will consume
Both my heart and soul
Someday they will feast
Upon all that I am
And all that I was
But even after that
I am quite sure that their hunger
Will have not been met
And that they will prey upon
Others closer than I
Those so loved by me
And my hollowest of heart
As long as I’m alive
As long as there is breath
Within these burning lungs
Than I can protect them
Then I can flee
What I fear most of all
Over there
Across an empty field
There is nothing
That seems physical
Nothing of material
Distant trees appear
As ghastly beings
Abominations of creation
The closer that I step
The further they retreat
Their shapes alter drastically
As the limited light traces
Across the surrendering blackness
One minute they appear as nature
Then a second later they appear
As skeletal incantations
Drawing me closer with promises
Of what is to come after this
Under wicked sky
I find myself inclined
Words to pen must be read
Ideas formed into function
Must be placed upon the page
Slaves of my heinous existence
There can’t be nothing left
I won’t allow it into being
All that I see
All that I believed
The void cries through
The madness is true
There is nothing fake
Just things to be related
Just feelings to be evacuated
An expungement
Of all that I know
And all that I understand
All that I imagine
All that I’m quite sure
Is without question real
Is around
Everything beautiful
And everything terrifying
Can be found in this place
Where I reside
My home, skin, and bones
All that I encompass
All that I flood these pages with
There can be nothing less
I’m just doing my part
Through my astute view
Under wicked sky…


Under Wicked Sky
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.

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