An abstract poem about change via ideas expressed in a vivid sense, at the sea |
-At The Sea- by Keaton Foster At my feet Waves bleed Crashing Smashing They scream Wash away Wipe clean All your pain freed Darkness betrayed Never again will you Suffer as you do At the sea Standing Less of a man More of a mess Waiting to be Further cleaned Seeking more relief From all that has been Whispering confessions Is this as much Is this enough So bad for me So bad for us To the depths My words do flow Across the endless miles They leave Spirited pieces of me Their agenda hidden Truth bled for you Strangers not known All alone again Under the sun No God above Immersed in blue Endless and true I know this is real I cannot risk any less There must be A way to relent A way to forget To be completely free Life and death Such archaic terms Each day they mean less Existence should not be bound By such finite terms Both internally and externally Our ideas should "be" The world should know Long after we don't I am just one man But dammit I was here Living as I should Fighting for good Even if evil was never to win Even if this was all some Twisted experiment That none of us were Enlisted to take part in Fighting is what we must do Acceptance is no king Reality is the only heir to the throne And we, you and me Are nothing but skin and bones Mortal abodes cast from stone Made cold by our ways And the mistakes of those in control At the sea I stand Even cleaner I seem Free as can be A limited sense of relief What shall it mean Deeper still I must go The answer is not as clear I wish it were so But unlike most Beyond these shores I am and always will be Prepared to go… At The Sea Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |