Weirder ideas still flood my head, this one escaped. A poem about life and death via trees |
-Ideas of Life and Certainties of Death- by Keaton Foster This brain Many ideas Does it slay Never does it Lend me a break It refuses to stop Thinking Imagining Remembering and sharing Rendering experiences Expressing what most Dare not understand This shall be A weirder example yet Ideas of life And certainties of death Dare find their way On this innocuous day These words Are of what I see And of what my mind screams Accept them if you wish Deny them if you must I care nothing of the end Only the means Warrants such concerns Only purpose Drives me harder To the edge if need be I am not afraid How could I ever All around is sound All above is dark All below is very cold No light shines Madness bleeds Can all that is being seen Can all that is being dreamed Be as real as believed Skeletons of trees Stand in distant fields Their shapes The truth of their ways Ring to life Each detail screams through All that they are is absolute Like tired old men Waiting for death They sway Not as stable on their feet Their roots have grown weak The ground All around Has begun to give way Sooner or later They will fall Crashing down Shattering around Displacing those who remain To live To fight Another way An eternal slumber awaits The distant trees Made into old men by me They will face a cold decay From which they will never escape To their plight I can certainly relate I see them As most don't As many refuse Those "many" see the world With brighter eyes They don’t see death They see only life On earth or Heaven above Their faith is strong Mine is something else In this wilderness Of trees in distant fields There is no wrong or right There is no day or night There are only ideas of life And certainties of death I wish there was more But I am sure there is not… Ideas of Life and Certainties of Death Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |