A dark poem about being given up on and being alone in the past and present. |
-This Is Me- by Keaton Foster This is me Limited Resistive Intensely barricaded And habitually predicated Living an inescapable past I should know better But as always Somehow I refuse Like a wound Upon my soul I wear my life Both former and present The fit is tight Snug Suffocating to some People who know me Those who try to love me Are as always concerned They see me standing Right here Upon this squared edge Pointing off into forever Screaming of where I belong And how I don’t want any of them Not a damn one to follow me Into the darkness of my plight I’ve earned the right to be alone It’s all that I am capable of From the day of my birth I was handed over to nothing And nothing is where I belong My mother once said This child, my son, unwanted Take him from my sight Remove him from our life Never again do I wish To look into his empty eyes Nothing of his future Concerns me right now I have survived his birth And I will survive his absence I was driven far away To a home for wayward boys I was given a bed A place to lay my troubled head I was given a name Always it seemed mired in shame I was given a chance But in reality there was none Like a pariah without a stage I continually performed for no one I showed no promise or future Just harrowing darkness To the enth degree I was seen as strange Weirdness in a world of insane Those charged with my care Many of times I heard them say Point and matter of fact This one could be adopted But there are others far more suited Far more obtainable I was never told what was wrong I was left to my own dark diagnosis This is me Simple does it all now seem I am here in this time and place A lifetime away from those days But I must admit little has changed I still wish to be alone Both in my world And in my skin and bones I am safe because I know What it means to have no one And as before I’m fine with that… This Is Me Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |