I am doing what I must, regardless of the cost, I will fight on. |
-Fight This World- by Keaton Foster Deeper Can it be Sadness Hopelessness Often Do I feel it Confined To madness Again And again I wonder Should I be Right here One line later From a moment Before One poetic schism Between brilliance And complete And utter Insignificance Will you Those so few Those often true Will you get this Or won’t you Will it matter Or will it not Will you hold it close Or will you cast it away To the depths of hyperbole Will I ever even know And If I don’t Will it make a difference For me the answer Is the same As the question Just as The pain is the same As the joy that I feel Getting to the end Of this thread Within the tapestry Of my torturous mind For days Sometime weeks I sit right here Blank is the stare My mind races My heart fights To stay close behind The two refuse To communicate They are separate entities Within the same being They both believe That I must fight This life This cruel game And this place Where lions Are easily mistaken For helpless sheep They both understand That they are part of Something greater Than they themselves They both know That without And despite of each other They must wage a war A battle where in the end There will be no survivors Just casualties Collateral damage To in time be mended Life is never about the wounds It’s about the healing It’s about the scars that remain Long after our days of fighting I will tell my stories of battle Even if it’s only me fighting So tedious This weight My responsibility I have suffered And I still do For it each day It has cost me more Than any of you Could ever know It has taken everything While giving me one thing Something irreplaceable And unredeemable Something that few Could ever want And ever less Will ever have Deeper the pain Pushing down Like a weight Upon my brain Certain things I cannot relate Certain words Just won’t work These ideas Seem insane But as I see it As I feel it Each line Every damn letter An extension Of what I’m am feeling My blood My body And dare I say My very soul The guts of who I am And what makes me tick Conceptual Ineptitudeness Freakish Gregariousness Truly seeing Thus said believing Then Past any of this Beyond myself I am of life Or am I Just living An existence Preponderant Is the evidence But I still Can’t bring Myself to believe What most do with ease Am I am the fool Or are all of them Tedious stooges Playing their parts As God sees fit Am I here for them Or are they here for me As they the obstruction Upon my path Or are they the bulldozer Smashing right on through Breaking it all down To manageable bits It’s never the answer That drives me It’s only the question A greater understanding Of not only who I am But of who we all are I will fight this world Not because its personal But because like any legion It’s not the men in the rear The ones protected By the flanks The ones pushing orders That decide a win Or a loss It’s the fighters The warriors The ones without fear That stand afraid In opposition To the minutia Of conformity And commonality Of such butchery It is us Thus me Maybe you We are the ones Who slay with words Murder within ideas We are the ones Not because we Are told to But because we must We know Understand What is at stake What it means To fight this world Tooth and nail Blood and guts To hell and if Intended to be Back… Fight This World Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2016/2017. |