Safe

-Safe-
by Keaton Foster


Safe
My wrist
Not slit
This heart
Unspent
These lungs
Rise and fall
Inhale
Exhaling
Doing
Without thinking
Nothing required
Autonomic
Conscious control
I understand what
Is pertinent
Even when
I’m not really doing it
Safe
This brain encased
A single prisoner
In his gilded cage
There are no guards
No walls or bars
Nothing to keep me
Where it is I remain
Nothing but me
Copasetic yearning
Fills each vacant cavity
Lacking is the depravity
Spiteful can be this reality
At times I’m confused
At times I have no idea
When those times close near
I shut down normalcy
And return to my own
Existential hypocrisy
Safe
I assure myself
That it will all be
Just fine
A convincing lie
If there ever was
Beyond all rationale
And understanding
Thoughtfully
I’m scheming
Plotting my own
Form of revenge
Breaking the back of fate
While loosening the binds
Of every rusty chain
Those who love me
Unconcerned
Those who hate me
Further disturbed
This body is bruised
This vessel has wounds
In this sea of life
I still find the time
To aimlessly float on by
Safe
Is both a place and a state
A matter of circumstance
Created and implemented
By me alone
No divine intervention
No holier than thou
Post traumatic adhesion
Nothing and something
Bound by the same rules
Of logic and circumstance
I am in charge of myself
I am providence
Attached to destiny
What I do
While I’m alive
Allows me to avoid
What will be certain
When I’m dead
There is no rush
No imperative plight
That I must belong
Safe
Here is this place
For a time
I’ll remain...


Safe
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.