For a man that writes about so much emotion, I have none because I am incapable of as much |
-Upon My Bleeding Horse- by Keaton Foster Upon My bleeding horse I ride Through The dark woods I won’t hide I’ll journey Way down deep Into the guts Into the blackness Only there Do I alone Keep hearing a sound It’s calling me every day Since the day That I was born Into this infernal existence It says the same things It repeats each word Hundreds of times Between Sunrise and sunset After The night has crept It has driven me mad It has left me sad Weak unto myself Impossible is the doubt Terrifying is the without The dream The one that comes The one that haunts Not to be confused With a nightmare But rather a premonition Of a repetitive circumstance It starts as the door creeks Then the windows shake Only then does the creature Called beast come It has come to rape Come to molest Come to take An ounce of my soul I have no choice I must pay Even if I’m sure That I don’t owe Such an event Such a tragic undertaking Has made me who I am Has left me without defense Has made me incapable of faith Not because I don’t believe Because I am powerless To do as much No emotion in any form Do I hold in my heart or mind I can feel nothing at all Because what once Allowed to feel has been removed Raped from my soul Removed from my bones Taken against my will Leaving me feeling Nothing at all Upon My bleeding horse I ride Through The dark woods I won’t hide I’ll journey Way down deep Into the guts Into the blackness Into what I know To face what I don’t… Upon My Bleeding Horse Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |