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-Constantly This- by Keaton Foster Furious Is the mind Trapped inside A prison of time A kingdom unwound There is no relief No break Impossible is any difference Wicked is such madness All consuming is the sadness Constantly this There will be no break No significant escape There will only ever be Pain Torture Hatred And pseudo escapism Linked processes Of a corruptible conscious Here, upon every page This person is meant to bleed Life and death One and the same In between the dash Impossible does it seem Sinister does it feel Writing is the only way Constantly this Hundreds of ideas Backed up by thousands more There are not enough hours In any long day or endless night There will never be time There will only ever be What I lived to say What will remain after that I’ll take every bit to my grave I’ll stand at the gates of Heaven And never again will I question For a second, should I be there Standing free Until God lets me in If it takes forever and again I’ll be a patience man Constantly this Writing, reading, expressing Thus conceiving Fostering ideas into living entities Motherless children of a madman Born into bondage like their creator Meant to mean something much more They will survive for a brief time Propagation though repetition Will of course lead to many others Replication, thus self-awareness So many that no one could ever Read, identify, and understand Holding meaning in hand There can be nothing less Constantly this I’m fine with that With who I really am I feel this is it Sweet purpose defined Meaning upon the page Meaning when there was none Writing is above everything else My salvation, redemption, And thus a qualifying affliction… Constantly This Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |