There will always be people like most, but few like me. |
-Invisible There- by Keaton Foster How do I How could I No rhyme Nor reason Just a man Broken Dismantled In shambles Fighting himself Nothing else These words Hold meaning These ideas Infect reason Forcing thought Forcing expression Thus Again and again Here I sit So full of it Confessing These very sins Telling you this Meaning just that Take what you must Steal what you can Feel as I do Or just don’t There are two methods Two assumptions Forces working at odds One from within And one without Upon the same side Of different coins They somehow Find a way to be Nothing Can be something While something Lacking in abruptness Will become mundane Concave Swirling towards A deeper stain An unwellness Not so explained Visionless visions Increasingly contained Here Upon these pages Spiraling reason Turned rambling Inconsequential meanings These words Such lemmings Facing oblivion While never being Understood as intended Invisible there I’d tell you to look I’d tell you to see But above all else I know most That you just won’t You are not blind But you won’t see What I know You just can’t Nope I am no better Just much worse Some of us Just but a few Perceive more than most We wish we didn’t But indeed we do You find light You see beauty You understand reality While I Just don’t Just can’t And won’t Invisible there Not so very near A blackness unclear A pervasive spectrum Always present Always in semblance No sun does not shine Regardless of time The sky is not blue Despite any truth All that there is All that there can be Is brutal in absolutes A thickening wave An eternal cascade Varying in shades Within a deeper blackness Infallible is such nothingness Spread to every beginning And every end Faced from the inside And outside of my very skin Invisible there You cannot see You just won’t Not because you are blind But because in your heart Deeper than any part There is a light Increasingly It grows bright Burning away What I man like me Could never hope to escape I am not jealous I am not envious I am nothing of you And I am nothing to you We are strangers Impossible dangers Facing two separate worlds Realizing two opposing truths Invisible there What I see You cannot What I know You just won’t We are not the same Only different I’d be happy for you If I knew how You’d be worried for me If you just could But we cannot be Or do what we should Because who we are And why we are that way Is greater than most For you to exist And to persist There needs to be A person unlike you Unlike most A person who feels And fears on a level To all else but himself All light needs darkness All truth needs opposition Because in such things Is mired every damn reason If you had nothing to fear And nothing to cherish Then trust me when I say You be just like me Invisible there… Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2018 |