Some people need help from terrible things, most of all themselves. |
-Help Me- by Keaton Foster An edge This ledge Steep Leaning Forward Feeling Backwards Screaming Down there Unsure where Deeper still Heaven Nor Hell Something else Unbound By boundaries Unfound Those realities Help me Such momentum This tedious balance Upon which I live Has become Off kilter Stumbling Standing still When I move All pressure Rushes forward Causing me to slide In ways That no one should Help me My craterous mind Is somehow overfilled With the schemes Of all that I have planned But am incapable of The liquid in my skull The motion of my brain A toxic stew of refuse Sloshes around Slamming my skull Bulging my eyes Unstable I am I have always been I’m gonna fall I long since have Downward front As I lean back Looking up To what must be All that I don’t know Falling towards All that I must be about Darkness floods in Despair takes hold I don’t want to go Nor can I stay I am nowhere clear Everywhere feared This ledge Closer it must be Because the past Is still quite clear Above my heart Saturating my lungs I can’t breathe When breathing Is what I need to do Least of all I can still remember All that I want to forget This can’t be death Because death is true And this all seems Like one big lie A fantastical fantasy Told to kids By men turned monsters Unfazed by what was done And who those like me Have all but become Help me Simple seeming Reach out Pull me close Or push me hard Either way I’ll be saved From myself And all else… Help Me Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2019 |