Someone close to me is gone and I have done what she asked of me. |
-Ash and Dust- by Keaton Foster On the wind Out of my hand Ash and dust All that was left She died Suicide A bullet to the brain A useful method To lesson her pain She couldn’t take anymore I can certainly relate But because of fear I will not reciprocate She was young Way too young to die Especially in such a brutal way I found her At my feet lay all that she was All that once gave her life Such a hellish stain Upon the floor Upon my expansive brain I continually fight to deal As she no longer deals at all Ash and dust Is what she has become She told me that if she ever died That she wanted to be transformed From her complete mess of a being To billions of the smallest increments On the wind She wanted to rise and fall Settling down All around So be it Here I am Upon the edge Of the tallest cliff The wind is swift The air is thin From such a height She will be spread everywhere And in a profound way Absolutely nowhere Ash and dust Is what she has become Upon the wind She will be free Suffering less than me I will deeply miss her But I above all understand The need for her escape… Ash and Dust Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |