Who packed my parachute? |
-Parachute- by Keaton Foster On my back Strapped Parachute Usually An escape from death Who packed it Who placed it Why am I wearing it Variables known Only to a man like me All that is for sure Quite certain Why it is I am jumping Why it is I am willing to leap To jump into nothingness Endless diatribe I do bleed The answers There for those who seek Everyone else Will remain unaware Of such a thing I am incapable of care The angle is steep It took me forever To climb up here Such a height Unforgiving Parachute It is not meant to save me But rather embolden me Force me to leap Leaving some room For “what if” When I know damn well What will without question be The end of me So I scream And then with ease I leap Falling down Towards the ground The cord in my hand I’m such a desperate man I say a ridiculous prayer As reality races clear Like shutting off a switch Unquestionably I will be deceased Intentional suicide Disguised As a base jumping accident Perpetrated by a novice The insurance is gonna pay Those who love me Will be taken care of My children in time Will come to say Our father died Doing what he loved And then just as quick They will move on Some will say what a shame Shame means nothing to me Release is my poison pill An increasingly greater thrill Closer still I have a last chance Just one To change my mind In life Appearance is everything I won’t change my mind And just in case To avoid the chance I would The cord, if pulled Would do absolutely nothing Except open the empty pack That does indeed lack a Parachute… Parachute Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |