18+ A dark poem about a man who does what his faith and life finally drives him to do. |
-Moving Through You- by Keaton Foster Upon the ledge Once A mouse of a man Weakness inked in Written across his chest Forever stained Both black and red The simplest words Ones to live by And ones to die by Moving through you What does it mean Nothing until he’s done Only then will it become A message for us A cryptic display Of the human spirit A wielded weapon of truth No lies can be further lived No one can again be fooled Except of course For the ones Those terrible few Always fooling themselves From this height He should be afraid But fear is what he has least Because of his dire choice He should be concerned With what is coming next But above all he is not It was he alone That climbed up here It was he alone who inked Those words into his chest He is committed to dying And once For a much longer time He was committed to living Relation is not an option We could not even begin Sure, without question Many of us have been Where it is he stands But none of us Have been to where It is he is about to go Moving through you Is what it says For many of years After this day He suspects others won’t know They just won’t understand Until of course The day that they Find themselves Back to where it is he is Unafraid and committed Willing to do what’s next Until then They will play the game That he will no longer play He closes his eyes Draws in a deep breath And takes a final step Down he goes Into what he knows And none of us don’t Faith, stronger than any spine Impervious within any mind He understands better than any That the stain will be removed The mess cleaned up His death Will be seen as madness When madness Is what it is least of all Moving through you Poignant logic from a man Leaping to both His own death And his new beginning… Moving Through You Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |