Come And Gone

-Come And Gone-
by Keaton Foster



Mother
Father
Givers
Of life
Takers
Of rights
In this place
In this way
You’ve left
Me alone
This world
Is too big
Never will I
Find you
I’ll remain
By myself
Here
In this hole
Here
Inside
These bones
A prisoner
Of existence
No longer
Existing
In this darkness
I cannot see
In this blackness
Still do I dream
They are not
Nightmares
Because in this place
There is no night
Just an abundance
Of nothingness
Continual
Are these fears
God above
Has nothing to do
With those of us below
He has forsaken us
Because he has
Never properly
Received us
Only you
Out there
Mother
Father
Know where I am
Know how deep
You have gone
To hide me away
Only you
Can save me
Just as you
Have condemned me
Come and gone
I hear the sounds
Know the emotions
I am well aware
In this state
I am a prisoner
Of your hate
You put me here
You had your reasons
Once I was home
You yourselves escaped
Out into a world
Without me
Despite of me
I’m doomed
I am not alive
But rest assure
I’m not deceased
Both of you are free
And I am here
Locked away
In a state of safekeeping
No one will ever know
Unless you tell them
Upon your own deathbeds
I hope you’ll speak
Let them know
Where to find me
Where to release me
Digging me up
Setting me free
By announcing
The meaning and method
Of my untimely sentence
To this tedious existence
Without each of you
Mother
Father
Come and gone
Find your way back
To this place
Or at least tell another
Before it’s too late
As to where it is
You have left me
So that there is a chance
That I’ll be found…


Come And Gone
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.