A twisted poem about lessons learned and how I pass them on via my crafted words. |
-Lesser I Seem- by Keaton Foster These hands Of a nothing man Rattle and shake Trembling over all That they have done Many of lives Have been touched By these fingertips Many of hearts Have been crushed By their grip Death has come Death has gone Darkness remains Lesser I seem Incapable I scream Truth is all that I bleed These words My token Gods Paying my way Through life Just until death Cost me everything All around In every conceivable direction The gates are closed Prison bars stand tall I am an animal in a cage Who has the only key Deep within this mind Tied to my spine The framework of who I am And what I’ve become Has been built upon my bones Weaker they have come to be The immense weight of my case Such an incapable burden That must be lived Has long since been dealt I do what I know I must What my mind tells me so Reality and lucidity are closely linked Such a primal instinct lives Lesser I seem More and more I bleed My insides turn out Bewildering doubt no longer fills The cavity where my heart should be Instead absolution breeds Identity screams Hear me through these words The actions of a man penned So that many can learn Such lessons are brutal Sure to never forget The mistakes that I’ve made Remembrance turned confession Not all are mistakes Most are what I was sure That I needed to do Lesser I seem But indeed more I can be… Lesser I Seem Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |