All that I see has become all to real for me. I wish there was more, but there is not. |
-Upon A Distant Star- by Keaton Foster Vacant This reality Pungent The duality Troubling Such causality Always I’m here Standing So alone Hiding Within myself Cowering from all That I don’t understand Questioning myself And all things else How has this become real The blackness above Seemingly A sheet pulled tight Hiding what’s behind A thicker darkness Impenetrable The obliqueness There are no lights No shapes to identify Nothing So very absolute Nothing as it appears Is all that’s true Upon a distant star Continually I wish It’s not there Or should I say It’s become unclear I want to see Just as others do I want to believe Just as so many others Find a way to But presently Expectedly I cannot The closer I stand The further away I often find myself I have climbed To every height Just as I have sunk To so many depths But still nothing Is what I get What I wish to miss Upon a distant star I imagine there are A billon people That I don’t know All holding lights Trying to lead me home Back to a semblance Of what I once knew Before all of my skies Turned into empty expanses Expressionless voids Of both contemptment And containment Keeping me here Seeing nothing so clear I wish I could poke A giant hole In that sheet pulled tight Thus releasing The darkness of my plight I wish I could see behind All that has made me blind To a reality and truth That for me is increasingly Just not there… Upon A Distant Star Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2016. |