A short, twisted flow poem about placing my past in the deepest hole that I can dig. |
-In This Hole- by Keaton Foster In this hole Down you go A thousand stones Upon Two hundred and six Broken bones Added weight Excessive injury All meant To keep you there My way To always be sure No effort spared Every secret dared Buried deep Inside your heart Utterly destroyed Within your mind Once, in another time I was your victim Now it is you Who has been victimized In this hole You’ll never escape No one will find you Alone you will always be A rotting pile of dust Will not reduce Who you once were And what you have done In this hole Deeper and deeper Does it fall Impossible is the depth Certain is the madness At an unobtainable end You will always wait I have placed This world above Down upon you Your bones Your crippled soul And what you and I know In this hole I will always keep you In this home That I’ve made for you Forever you’ll wait Mired in your So very much deserving Cruelest of fates When I’m done Placing everything I’ve got I’ll leave no obvious stone No marker to honor Your life and or death No way for anyone To ever really know I will leave no sign Of my labored goal But be assured Where you are In this hole I’ll alone Always know… In This Hole Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |