A really deep and dark poem about my life and my impact on the people around me. |
-I Am Sickened Beyond All Repair- by Keaton Foster ** Image ID #1917881 Unavailable ** This mind This brain So much shame Impossible weights Pressure upon pressure It just won’t relent Someday soon I will be deceased But for now I am very much alive Living this life Fighting a good fight Giving everything hell Taking in what I know Decimating what I don’t Expressing Exposing Feeling a bit chosen Wondering is this my purpose Why the God above created me Just as quick I realize That there is no god above At least not one That I am comfortable with The poet that is in me The man I truly seem Is quite a clever lie A made up story An epic fantasy I am just one character There are many others I am playing my heart Hitting every mark Delivering The performance of my lifetime I know And up until now You don’t I am sickened beyond all repair Reality is becoming quite unclear Images scream on through Scenes upon scenes Each one bleeding into the next I only sleep when I pass out I am only able find relief in my dreams My hellish nightmares of everything to be read When I wake up I am ready to face the world Not actual people of course From a distance I act From a distance I correspond When I wake up I am ready to write Ready to touch the souls Of so many I don’t know Some might become infected Some but feel the symptoms And in time, ache with the sickness Others will be quite immune They will suffer nothing because They will never truly understand I am sickened beyond all repair There are others just as ill There are many more infected Some will live by these words While others will die by their own… I Am Sickened Beyond All Repair Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |