A man tells the tale of his fate and the fate of many others on a sinking ship. |
-A Seat Below Me- by Keaton Foster A ship Sinks Life Does slip Beneath The waves Into The depths A seat Below me A passenger Screams He’s afraid His life Will end Before mine And I must watch A front row view Set askew Realization Settles in Like stone I’m next The death Of him Will user in The demise of me A seat Below me The show Is going on The actors Not actors Such theatrics Are indeed Quite real Death Is as ugly as sin By the grace of God No one should see it But here I am Best damn view Front row center The captain Of this boat Ran into A mountain Of stone In the middle Of all That was known His maps Lied His compass Wonky His sense Of direction And mortality Trashed He was lost But wouldn’t Admit it So here we are Sinking In the sea As he And his men No doubt flee Saving Their own skin Oh the tale I’m sure they’ll tell I wonder if it Will include me Be comprised Of all this A seat Below me A being of life Has just died And down I go Towards my own Imposed fate I cannot swim I cannot escape Trapped In this way I’m pinned By the fear Of what’s next And not What’s left Frozen I cannot move My lungs Fill quick No longer Do my screams Ring out I am silent The water Rapidly Becomes deep And before long Any light From above Is all gone Down into The depths Many of us go This pleasure cruise Becomes our tomb We are lost To the sea Lost to life And all that it means To have been alive Tragic they’ll say But none of us The passengers Will be around To hear it We are deceased Down In the darkness Below the waves In our liquid graves In our final place Freed of our lives Because of another’s Unwillingness to admit That he had no idea Where he was going Or what he could hit… A Seat Below Me Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |