An abstract poem about the idea of asking and knowing the answer when its heard. |
-An Answer In The Question- by Keaton Foster An answer In the question Let me tell you Friend Fiend Reach out wide Open that mind That narrow hole Leading further Deeper Forever Into your soul When you’re dead These ideas Will remain Like cement Concrete Common place Burdensome at best Relentless at worst You’ll never forget Even if Your brain is gone Rotted to dust An answer In the question You’ll be asking Dare I say begging For a response One that you Can deal with One ideally That you Could live with Regardless of state Despite all shape Matter, turned waste You’ll accept it Once you hear it You are both blind And a fool How could I know Why should I I just do Because unlike most All others actually I’ve been asking Pestering the one Who knows better And thus He let it slip Forgetting For a second Who he was And his solemn oath One sworn to protect One sworn to defend An answer In the question All of my days alive I’ve been here asking And now I know Not made up No exaggeration Just facts upon stone Thrown at my head Driven into my mind Resting Upon my spine I’ll share it with you But where I place it Will not be easy You’ll have to search The greater the some The closer to the end All will be rewarded Between each seam Is everything hidden These may come across As poetic nonsense But in fact Nonsensical It what all of this is Least of all An answer In the question If you can find it If you can live with it Then I will certainly Share it… An Answer In The Question Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |