A left field poem about fate via a dream that God is having about those of us who refuse |
-All Of Your Dreams Fall On Me- by Keaton Foster Like stones Not thrown Like rocks Not chiseled apart Like boulders Yet to be fractured All of your dreams Fall on me From the depths Of your sleep Downward they scream I cannot move I cannot refuse Each glancing blow Each direct hit Sunken deep Into my chest The pain is great Far more than needed Your point overstated Teaching me a lesson The cruelest intentions Meant to let me know That this life The one that I call home Is not supposed to be Killing me would be too easy Much more torturous Ideals you dare scream Some call you their God I dare not Some call you their savior I call you my punisher Redemption means nothing Salvation is an illusion I cannot see Beyond my own nose I cannot believe Beyond my own doubt Are you real Certainly you seem Are you kind I dare not say I will not judge I will not point I have done too much Maybe I deserve what you wish Then again All of your dreams Fall on me Down they come Disguised as life A livable feast of time No longer hungry I am slowly starving Substance means nothing Your teat has run dry No longer fat Sickly thin I appear Near death Most do in fact scream Get some help Rise from the depths Of such overwhelming doubt Swim to the surface Become far less heavy Expel such weight Back to you I am quick to scream I was born But I have learned That being born By itself has little To do with living life Say what you wish Beg for the end Or lend me a new beginning I could care less All of your dreams Fall on me Down they scream Below I stand still Ready to accept All that you God I dare refuse See when you sleep In your wilderness of fate To be handed out To people like me… All Of Your Dreams Fall On Me Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |