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 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. |