Degradation

-Degradation-
by
Keaton Foster



At the end
Of every path taken
There is degradation
A hopeless wall standing
Blocking the way
Allowing no escape
All who arrive
Are too weak to climb
All who stand
In the shadow of the end
Increasingly become less
They stand there for endless days
Never can they find a way to escape
They must face what they have done
Tortured by their memories
Reminded by their scars
None of them have the tools
To dismantled the truth
Of their impossible predicament
I of course know this
Because I am one of them
Standing alone on the path
Never knowing what’s beyond
Only aware of what is in front of me
Each burdensome brick
Placed with infinite precision
Who built such a metaphorical wall
Is as clear as the path that led to it
All of my days I have been walking
Just to now find myself standing still
I am aware of each and every detail
Because each brick was carried by me
I know each weight individually
As well as collectively
I know what it feels like
Never again to be able to move on
I am trapped here
Continually wondering what to do
While deeply knowing that there is
And never will be anything I can do
Degradation
A hopeless wall standing
Blocking the way
Allowing for no escape
I’m sure for a few
There is something beyond
The wall and the path
But for me and people like me
That is simply not the case…


Degradation
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013