A tricky, shorter poem about experience, each other, friendship and help in my weird way. |
-Back To When- by Keaton Foster Back to when Then again Let us remain Excruciating Is this pain Tighten the screws Hammer the nails Feel it all Every damn ounce There is no Better teacher Than experience Thus reciprocation Via interpretation You don’t gotta Stand in the flames To feel the burn You can take another’s Words and ideas Trust what strangers say Madmen are often right Even when it seems They are all to wrong Back to when Easy to defend The past What we miss Most of all Was always better The present Is often a struggle What we survived Is no longer hard What we are In the process of enduring Is damn near impossible It helps to have others Those in which You can come to rely They won’t let you down Symbiotic is that relationship When they reach their own Molehills turned mountains They will call upon you They will cry out your name Pleading for relief From what they must face You will help Lemmings always stand At the edge of the same cliff They always jump In groups no less than a few Back to when Life Will getter better friends But before it does Or as it does It will be All out hell first Our afflictions Turned derelictions Leading us in ways Of undesired change All of it to be faced Each loss is a gain But each gain Is a step towards What will hurt you next There is no version of perfect Just a series of conflicts A persistence of struggle Until one darker day What causes you to struggle Just out right stops Quits On that day friends Fear nothing of the end Because you’ll be dead In your heaven or Another’s hell You probably be saying With a sense of malaise Back to when… Back To When Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |