A poem about how writing adds balance to my life. |
-Poetic Equilibrium- by Keaton Foster Balance What's that I have none I fall down I get back up Repeat step one Then step two Again and again All day All night All life Hit one times to many Around the radius of my head A dozen minus twelve Or so it has been said Nothing between these ears Only a very basic life sustaining function Electricals signals that do not Know what exactly they are doing Chugging alone Faking strong Masked as stubbornness The truth is an unwillingness to quit Copious amounts of drugs Needles in ever orifice Poking, prodding, borderline ramrodding Evoking more questions than answers Doctors made fools Tell me that I am slowly dying But oddly I feel like I am living Far more than I should Ever more than most The fear of the end expressed Has driven me to do what I can To do what I am sure I must These words These impractical poems With intricate names Are all that I have And are all that will remain I am trying to tell everyone Many amazing things Hidden within the fluff And obnoxious runs Or my poetic equilibrium A balance struck When I am not writing I often feel as if I am gonna chuck But I hold it in Fighting the urge to vent In such a disgusting way Because even I A poet forcefully made Has his limits of what needs To be brutally expressed A balance must be maintained At the current rate That is required to be paid Words are my currency And they lend reality To what is really going on In my life And certainly everyone else's What I write Holding nothing back Like a knife they cut To the bone if need be Whatever it takes I have no shame Nor should I ever Balance is required Writing helps me find it If I didn't have that Then I am sure That I would be Far less stable… Poetic Equilibrium Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |