Left of The Madness

-Left of The Madness-
by Keaton Foster



Here
So queer
You
Not true
Me
Lies
Absolutes
God above
Won’t forgive
A hell of a thing
What’s the point
Dare it be said
Easily I’ll confess
Considering none
Nothing acknowledged
Nothing unkempt
Nothing will save us
We’re doomed
The poet that is me
Speaks the truth
The liar that is you
Most of the time
Does not receive
Belief cannot be forced
It cannot be inserted
It can only be obtained
Purchased with the soul
The sum
The price
Always the same
Regardless of person
Despite any judgment
The fee to play
Is everything we know
The core of our bones
The depth so deeply sown
Trust what I mean
Because I’m sure of the fee
Because I have no way to pay
No currency of any value
Nothing that God wants
Nothing that darkness inspires
Left of the madness
Where I stand
Where I observe
What I see here
Oh how is it clear
What I know
Dare I say you don’t
I see God in your eyes
I see the devil besides
I see everything possible
I see everyone capable
I spell it out for me
As I write it out for you
Every light shines meaning
Every darkness hides purpose
One feeds
While the other starves
One believes
While the other cannot
Left of the madness
A safe place to be
A justified perspective to have
God above knows that I’m here
So does every other creature
So does every other danger
But regardless of all of them
I’ll continue to stand right here
Doing what I can
What I feel I must
For those standing
In opposition of
And resistance to me
And my purpose…


Left of The Madness
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014.