A Final Goodbye

-A Final Goodbye-
by Keaton Foster


A final goodbye
I’ll try
The trigger
Resting
My finger
The barrel
Jammed
Under my chin
To my chagrin
Then again
My very existence
A pre fracturing
Of my intelligence
Death will change little
About my predicament
The countdown
Began
Long before
Present occupiedo
Indeed
I was meant
For this
Driven to this edge
Via my own
Infernal reality
Life
No easy affair
I have tried
I was meant to fail
Quite horribly
I’d like to add
All of this
A final goodbye
Seems fitting
Wondrous
And all seeing
People will know
There will be no question
What I’m about
Splayed open
For the world to see
Cracked at the seems
All that was inside
Will indeed be out
One hell of a mess made
Of me that is
I wished for a time
Brief
That I would survive
That I would make it
Through living
Through everything
But that is not meant
Nor am I
I am and have always been
A living, breathing
Replicating sin
Given life out of strife
Each inhalation
To be taken in vain
Every chance
To be wasted
God pointed his finger at me
He demanded judgment
He said child of no one
You don’t deserve what you have
Give it all back
Return what was stolen
At whatever a price
You see as fitting
Thus
Here I am
Ready to oblige
A final goodbye
A 45 caliber slug
Up
From under in my chin
Through my skull
Shattering my brain
What a hell of a stain
The mess that I am
Will become the tragedy
That I once was
And quickly became…



A Final Goodbye
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.