A short, odd poem about being who I am in this life that I find myself living. |
-Problématique- by Keaton Foster Upon my head Sits the end Crushing down All around Deciding All the while declining I fight to resist Each day Every damn night Less and less of me Does indeed Cease to exist Who placed such a weight Down upon me Of that I don’t know But certainly I can assume Via such an assumption I can make an ass Out of you and me And of that I will continue to do Maybe not in this instance Maybe not here and now But in the future Be assured I must further concede Indeed Problématique Just a word for those On the outside looking in For those unsure As to what they see To me such a word Tattooed across my chest Is closer to my heart Than any bullet or blade Closer to my heart Than any love or hate So close that such a word Additionally is suffocating me Forcing me further it seems Outside what I am sure that I know Into a wilderness of what I don’t Problématique Is me and all that I see And more effortlessly All that I have come to show God don’t know And if he does he won’t confess It to me and anyone else I am, as always intended A human being Left to his own defenses I can deal with his decision Because let’s be clear and true I have no fucking choice but to… Problématique Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |