A left field poem about my early life and my often strained relationship with God. |
-From The Sky- by Keaton Foster From the sky God’s evil eye Watching me close Knowing my dark truths All the way back To my time as a youth A young boy lost in a wilderness of wolves Opposable creatures that hated me so Each one of them had a reason All together they had something to believe in They wanted to punish me for living Under their constant weight and terrifying shape I became a boy that did what he was sure he must At that time in my life I had no regret Now, regret is what I have most My heart is burdened by its weight And the decisions I felt I was forced to make I live in a world that I no longer belong Doing my time, waiting for judgment to come And wipe me from the face of all existence God will not forgive me because unlike most sins The ones that I am guilty of have no foundation in man Such sins of survival are traits of creatures not believers Back then I was an animal devoid of a cage A beast desperate for much succulent meat I consumed my fill and then further still I continued to feast upon the emotions Of those who tried to help me the most And those who tried to save me from myself All of my life since I have been more beast than man I have stood at the altar of God and spit at my feet I have lied as I have pledge allegiance to his cause Such allegiances is what I am capable of least of all God has no time for me, nor do I for him We are both each other’s vile waste I am a side effect of his creationism go array He is a byproduct of all that I dare refuse From the sky he knows the reasons why Downward he sends pain, upon me falls shame All that has become my burden was his first All that consumes me now is based upon his failure To protect me when I screamed out into forever darkness He never heard me before and now he has heard me So much that he has turned a deaf ear He will not listen, as I speak volumes I am always breaking the back of his words Using the fragments to build upon my own A temple of poetic hypocrisy from which The truest nothing I have ever known is to be worshiped From the sky, all that I am and all that I’ve done Has fallen down, crushing me with the decisions made Equally held under charge and mired in blame Both God and I stand no chance Within each other’s increasing wilderness… From The Sky Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |