A demented poem about living with the choices we have made or have been forced to make. |
-Do You Think?- by Keaton Foster Hey dope On that rope Swinging high Hanging low About to die As you fight to survive Of your situation Your dire predicament And the desperate nature In which you have chosen to act Of all that and much more I can relate But I won’t I will only judge Pass on my convictions Tormented decisions Expressionism turned inside out I hope you can figure them out Before it is far too late For both you and I Do you think? A reasonable question Once asked of me And now asked of you Did you give it any thought Before you climbed up so high Tied that rope around your neck And jumped to what you Thought would be certain death Death, the bitch cousin of want Never will you get what you want Only what it is you deserve Did you truly consider those Infinitesimally small by amount That you are leaving behind They will indeed be quite sad And of course it could be said Further added for flare and effect That those who don’t care Will indeed be glad But, as a man way on the outside Looking in, of that I’m sure they won’t No one, even your worst enemy Would be content with what you’ve done Or should I say, have attempted to do You won’t die, there is not a real chance But be assured, Oh’ God will you suffer A hanging is a hell of a way to go And even a more hellish way to survive It has always been clear to me That there are some of us That must see the darkness In order to know that it’s truly there We, you and I are the same Within such regard Do you think? A rhetorical question asked There is no answer required Not one that I’d accept In my hand, steady the blade The rope will be cut Just at that moment when death Is closer than the next breath Or should it be said Lack thereof You will fall a great distance But of every injury you will heal The scars that will remain Oh’ the volumes they will speak Those asking will consider your reply So if you could be so inclined Tell them that you, not I Saw the darkness for what it was And just as you did, the rope broke Sending you back to reality Making you a survivor of the end A self-imposed one to be exact Do you think? Needs not a reply I know the answer better than most I share the same scars And quite a few others… Do You Think? Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |