An abstract, over the top poem about human connections and lessons from experiences shared |
-Breath and Skin- by Keaton Foster Do you not know How could I Ever show By any attempt I will be shamed Exposed for who I am Nonetheless I must go You I must take So listen well Pay bloody hell Breath and skin Sickness within Outward bound All must flow Onto you And the world not known See and believe What is fake Made real Illusions for gain Experience for profit A gift spelled curse It is mine No one else's These words Honest tunnels Dug out of my brain Pouring out Filling the page Lending you my pain In pseudo ways How could I care I am incapable What I do What I say The truth displayed Are all a side effect Of my very existence Dare you read Dare you believe Right there In your chair Within your darkened lair Lit by curious fears You don't mean Nothing at all to me How could you ever Simple and true Honest as I can be Know this Certainty is bliss And you alone Have the power To set me free What is free How does it feel I do not know And I am sure that you Are as equally dumfounded But together maybe We can find out Breath and skin Is where we once began Like-minded souls Made into strangers All on the same path From life to death What comes next Depends Then again Maybe it does not An illusion of thought A wish filled concept Based on many lies Convincingly told By wolves wearing The skin of men Hear them or not Judgment is meant For the judgmental Something far past known Has and will always be in control Connected, let us begin Just as we once did I will lead you And in turn You will set me free There can be Nothing less And certainly Everything more That is what life Has come to teach us to expect Breath and skin Living through each other An unknown symbiotic relationship That must persist… Breath and Skin Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |