At The Fence

-At The Fence-
by Keaton Foster



Deeper
These eyes
Crooked
Such a smile
At the fence
Standing
In a line
Of none
Freedom
Could be
Should be
Done
Reaching
The very top
Easily pulling
Oneself over
But I won’t
I just can’t
There are no guards
No faceless men
With weapons up high
There is nothing to stop me
And much to contain me
At the fence
Forever feared
Further I will stand
Contemplating fate
Wondering to myself
What is beyond the gate
What is out there
In a wilderness so bare
I’m just too damn afraid
Fear is a truest of god
A deity beyond disbelief
The weight of it all
Keeps me right here
The pain won’t allow me
To climb any height
To find an escape
From what must be faced
Certainly, I am doomed
Such tedious things
I’ve come to accept
I’ve come to regret
At the fence
Self-contained
Righteous
And true
Deeper
Those eyes
Crooked
Such a smile
Standing
In a line
Of none
Freedom
Could be
Should be
Undone
I could reach
The very top
But I won’t
At can’t allow myself
To escape all
That defines me
I must pay the price
For every and all sins
I must stand here
View so clear
Sight so precise
I must be contained
Within this prison
Of both time
And mind…


At The Fence
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2016.