A way out there abstract poem about writing as more of a way to survive than entertain. |
-More Than In My Head- by Keaton Foster Until the last time Widening those eyes Guessing what is defined Pondering each line Questioning as to why More than in my head Words, these to be exact You, my torturous friends Understand if you dare Mercy is for the weak Those strongest always survive Themselves and everything else These words, each line, every verse Are offering nothing more While suggesting everything less And again here we are A man with many slogans And a page to be filled Read them all close Literal meaning and context Are such bitch cousins What is being said Not nearly as important As the way and volume In which it is being spoken Insane a few will scream Madness others will plead A flare for the dramatics Of course it may seem Pointless points made well Like a dagger to the spine Both a relief and a tragedy More than in my head Living all of this Again and again Writing until certain death Could there ever be anything else I am certain With great confidence That the answer Those of you made friends Turned conspirators Is No… More Than In My Head Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014 |