18+ a longer poem about a series of dark experiences that drive me to write like I do. |
-Sink In The River- by Keaton Foster Sink In the river Floating Never mind Nor matter Down To the depths Deep Into madness A realm Devoid of sadness A world Missing What’s tragic Suicide With a stone Tied to a rope Short the length Around my neck Between deciding And committing There is nothing Except existence When I drop this stone Placing it forever home I’ll be pulled right in Dragged on down They’ll be no sound Underwater Screaming Is made pointless I’ll never be heard Just these words Read by others Sounded out In reality Is this all about What it seems Or is it about Something else Something so Entirely different Meaning Changes From one victim To the very next Life taught me that Amongst other things I can’t change Nor should I I can only live I can only die My time Or every other Heave hoe Here I go The stillness broken Counting each second As the last The slack removed Tension applied Not enough to break Only enough To pull me from my feet The splash smaller Than anticipated The wake Devastating Light quickly slips Darkness grips Looking up at life Heading down Towards death In between I’m truly alive I’m truly living It does not take long All light is but gone Blackness found My chest fills Overflowing Suffocating Beautiful Is this predicament Transcendence Via a sinking feeling I’ve been here before The method varies But the end Is always the same A god unto itself I have decided My own fate Sink In the river Rise to the surface Stand in the wilderness Look into the eyes Of repetitive emptiness The process matters none The liberation via speculation Is as of now Enough for me… Sink In The River Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |