A twisted poem about laying in a field near my home and reflecting my past and present. |
-Took A Sequester- by Keaton Foster A break A nap I won’t wake Sleep in peace Death if need be Took a sequester Laying out here In this vacant field All that I can see All that I know Is pale blue sky Every once in a while A few birds fly by A reminder I’m alive A way of God saying You ain’t dead yet I could lay here Literally forever And no one Not a soul alive Would come looking for me The reality of that alone Is a bone jarring truth That continually I must contend with Sometimes I lay out here For a dozen or more days Just watching as day and night Fight back and forth Across the endless sky Some days a single thought Holds me prisoner While other days Nothing at all does the same I recall the terror of my past And I fight to reconcile The current state of my future A battle every possible demon To the point when they are wounded But certainly not killed After every war is waged After every battle has been fought They come back stronger and stronger While I only seem to get weaker Took a sequester Out here in this field This vacant place of ideas Reflection And damnation The pale blue sky Endlessly stretches wide I can see beyond this place But to you I must admit I cannot find any way To see beyond myself I will stay here for now Until hunger and cold Drives my bones Only then will I go home Back to the reality Of all that I stand to lose In an upcoming matter of time… Took A Sequester Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |