Remembering Their Faces

-Remembering Their Faces-
by Keaton Foster


The question
Sinister
The situation
Bothersome
Clearly
I’m gone
A shadow
Of myself
A vacant vessel
An empty shell
Between heaven
And infernal hell
I’m now existing
The ground is deep
The earth is cold
I can hear voices
God’s cruelest twist
Those thought unloved
Have come to make peace
They say things
Such unforgettable words
How they really feel
What they often wished
Their deepest regrets
With regard to them and I
They spill their guts
Leaving nothing out
I know every damn thing
But I can tell no one
Their torments
Will become mine
Time, in this place
Holds no precedence
This place, just a void
In the deepening ground
A hole between earth and sky
I am of course deserving
Of such purgatory
Oh the hellish things
That I’ve done
The terrible man
I had finally become
I put the gun to my head
And confessed nothing
As I squeezed the trigger
I heard the bang
And everything since
Remembering their faces
Is all that I have left
I cannot communicate
Nor can I repudiate
I can argue nothing
I must accept
All that they say
In the ground with me
Such words will always be
I will suffer their feelings
I will embrace their sorrow
For and themselves
The question
Sinister
The situation
Bothersome
Clearly
I’m gone
A shadow
Of myself
A vacant vessel
An empty shell
Between heaven
And infernal hell
I did what I did
And if at that time
I could have known this
I would have chosen
Another path
A different direction
Remembering their faces
Hearing how they feel
Forever
In the place I’ll be
I’ll keep…



Remembering Their Faces
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.