A twisted, short poem about death. |
-Silence Has My Voice- by Keaton Foster I have died I am dead Deceased No longer me Death has my heart Silence has my voice Emptiness has claimed my brain Sudden and tragic was my end Little difference from my life I suffered more than required I lingered for moments That felt like an eternity My children and my wife Sadly overjoyed Not because of my death But rather because of my new Forcefully found sense of peace They are happy that I A man that has spent his life Kicking, fighting, screaming Begging for God to lend reason Never understanding how he A being of such supremeness Could have made such a mistake My family didn’t want my death But they didn’t wish me life In the middle they remain Free from the guilt of saying That he is in a far better place I will miss them as much as I can Which in my present state Is absolutely not at all Silence has my voice My words will speak for me Now that I can no longer Speak for myself They will let others Those beyond my family Know that I was here Upon the hands of time I have served my sentence In death I find freedom Neither Heaven nor Hell Just nothing that I know A blank void of nothing good And nothing bad I am at peace I am free I have died I am dead Deceased No longer me No longer anything or anyone Silence has my voice Never again will I be heard… Silence Has My Voice Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |