A poem about broken love and the chaos that comes from not being able to admit its broken |
-Bedlam Blossoms- by Keaton Foster Alone Not home Somewhere Someplace Unseen Unknown No concern Not a one How could I dare Life An impossible scare The closer we get Further apart we seem Strangers in desperate love People doing what they must Survival, our one true constant Using each other Using ourselves Taking what we need Refusing to give any more Clutching onto everything less Bedlam blossoms Full on, into madness Screaming how could you As we both do the same Love and hatred Are closer than they seem I came here Walking away from her From us I wanted to be alone An eternal escape That won’t last I will be driven back Not by my emotions But by desperate need She knows that she has me In her clutches I bleed A mess of two hearts That from the start Knew there was no spark But rather a unified front Against not being apart The need, quickening it seemed Overtaking all reason All logic In love we believed Until all that we believed Was gone Now we just need Each other Or so it does seem Bedlam blossoms A terrifying flower unpicked Rooted in all that we are And all that we are not The world around us Is sadly falling apart In shambles we live Together as I Devoid of you sit here Thinking, expressing Understanding that we You and I And our love is And has always been Doomed... Bedlam Blossoms Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |