A dark trip of a poem about my chosen final resting place. Enjoy! |
-Sink Me In The River- by Keaton Foster Sink me in the river Place a stone Upon my bones Fill my guts With bits and stuff Make it heavy Burdensome Impossible to lift Impossible to get Out from under Carve out my brain Just throw it away It's been nothing to me But an absolute waste Fill my cranium With hand written poems Ones penned by the masters Eternal bliss through Inspirational lapses Will be both My heaven and hell Rip out my jealous heart Feed it to a wild animal Any one will do Replace it with A solid piece of glass Make sure the edges Are brutally sharp Make sure the color is clear Perfectly see through If you can manage that Than little will have changed And much Will be exactly the same Sink me in the river The one by my home The one that I use to swim in Back when I was innocent Back before I became So heavy and jaded So unbearable to the living May my mother come to the shore May my father stand next to her I have not seen either of them In nearly two decades They have not seen each other In just as long Our last words to each other Were the worst possible I don't want to go Unless I know that they Somehow found a way Reconciliation It seems is all that I have All that I could ever hope In life it was never possible I'd like to think that in death All things can somehow be Made possible Invite a man of God Anyone of any faith will do I'm not sure if they will come But if you could please Speak upon my behalf Say that I always tried Even if it's a lie Tell them that my soul Has no identifiable home And without them it won't That should spike their interest Maybe even force their participation Sink me in the river Close to the shore Or way out there In the deepest depths Either matters none If you have done All that I've said Then my precious friend I will stay exactly where It is you have placed me Exactly where it is That I have always belonged... Sink Me In The River Written by Keaton Foster Copyright 2014. |