A Room Full of Emptiness

- A Room Full of Emptiness-
by
Keaton Foster



Four by four
Square
There is nothing there
A room full of emptiness
No decorations
No adornments
Nothing to be owned
Nothing to be had
Naked and bare
Raw and accused
A place of my youth
The sanctuary of my doom
In such a room remains
Nothing in every possible way
I can never return
Because truthfully
I’ve never left
It is my forever prison
A cage for me to embrace
A place where everything is a waste
I was born into this world
Forced into that life
I had no choice
At least none that I knew of
I would barter an escape
To the nothingness incased
But I know that such nothingness
Already has all that it wishes of me
A room full of emptiness
An infernal confinement of context
These words seep through the walls
These ideals creak through the cracks
Meaning for me is not the same
Meaning for others is everything but different
Two worlds, one confinement, easily collide…


A Room Full of Emptiness
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013