A twisted little poem about change in course and direction and my life of writing. |
-Sublimation- by Keaton Foster Facing front Nothing Is behind me The same Is ahead of me Why move I’m asking myself Why as to leave Speaking of all else It must be decided There is no time It has be now As always I create these crisis Out of nothing It’s just what I do How I was born Slammed Into this creation I came in screaming From that moment on Up until this now I’ve wanted to be heard Shape and form Oh how I’ve changed From light to darkness And all places between Those who know me Are profoundly amazed Those who birthed me Are somehow shamed Never So it seems So it must be Was I To have any peace God wanted me to learn His cruelest of lesson This very existence Mine Sublimation Course and direction Has made little difference Change in all things loved Belief in all things hated Has mattered not Destiny it seems Can be altered But not denied I am paying my price Via my own madness These very words They won’t let me rest They won’t lend me peace Course and direction Are all that I have And even those Are subject to change Nothing is as it should be Nor will ever be… Sublimation Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |