The Black Sky Will Burn

-The Black Sky Will Burn-
by
Keaton Foster



Life
Needing light
Darkness in fright
The black sky will burn
The world known to me
Is about to come to an end
Who lit the flame
Is not so easily conveyed
Guessing is a dangerous game
Assumption is significantly
More terrifying to me
Is there a God above
Or is he only a being
Of supreme circumstance
A being that does what he must
Only when forced to act
On the behalf of another
That has reached the end
Of all that he is capable of
Is his grace like a weapon
Implemented with precision
Must it be used to be
Kept in working order
His way of avoiding redundancy
Disguised as sympathy for me
Such an answer is unknown to all
Who see with their eyes open wide
Could this be a way
To let me know that
Up until this point
I have been quite wrong
And that somehow now
I will be absolutely right
Such pontification bled
Many thoughts flow free
A ramped cesspool of ideas
Swirling down into a drain
What will remain
Will be soaking wet
And permanently stained
For a lifetime of days
People will come to know me
One sentence at a time
One poetic tryst
Stacked in measurable lines
All leading somewhere
They desperately want to go
A great escape through words
A cryptic message made clear
The black sky will burn
What will be left
Will be as bright as any life
Ever thought possible by me
Before such brightness
The darkness held its place
It hung between me
And my ability to have faith
The flicker of a flame
Has become an inferno
Consuming all the darkness
My lack of faith is
No longer the case
I can feel the sun
And can see the clouds
Forever blue the sky flows
Far beyond
All that I once knew…




The Black Sky Will Burn
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.