A short, but weird poem about my own heart on the ground at my feet. |
-My Heart To The Ground- by Keaton Foster Out of my chest Such a glorious mess My heart to the ground Not a single sound No warning to be had No decision to be discussed It simply had enough It leapt from my chest It tore through my flesh Without an ounce of regret All that the pain we shared Was forever impaired Certainly it knew that we both Would face certain doom Nonetheless It did what it did Long enough did I live To see it beating at my feet Screaming, you should see The look upon your face Such a beautiful waste You should have tried like I You should have fought for life I am no longer your heart No longer will I start No longer will I give Never again will you see the sun Under the ground you will waste Such an emotional case That will not contain The very heart that use to Beat on your behalf My heart to the ground At my feet, surreal the end does seem Truth be known as the darkness grows Increasingly I am very much afraid Of what comes next or lack thereof Existence it turns out Is much more than a beating heart And any associative spark… My Heart To The Ground Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |