Safe, an illusion that at times I myself wholeheartedly buy into. |
-Safe- by Keaton Foster Safe My wrist Not slit This heart Unspent These lungs Rise and fall Inhale Exhaling Doing Without thinking Nothing required Autonomic Conscious control I understand what Is pertinent Even when I’m not really doing it Safe This brain encased A single prisoner In his gilded cage There are no guards No walls or bars Nothing to keep me Where it is I remain Nothing but me Copasetic yearning Fills each vacant cavity Lacking is the depravity Spiteful can be this reality At times I’m confused At times I have no idea When those times close near I shut down normalcy And return to my own Existential hypocrisy Safe I assure myself That it will all be Just fine A convincing lie If there ever was Beyond all rationale And understanding Thoughtfully I’m scheming Plotting my own Form of revenge Breaking the back of fate While loosening the binds Of every rusty chain Those who love me Unconcerned Those who hate me Further disturbed This body is bruised This vessel has wounds In this sea of life I still find the time To aimlessly float on by Safe Is both a place and a state A matter of circumstance Created and implemented By me alone No divine intervention No holier than thou Post traumatic adhesion Nothing and something Bound by the same rules Of logic and circumstance I am in charge of myself I am providence Attached to destiny What I do While I’m alive Allows me to avoid What will be certain When I’m dead There is no rush No imperative plight That I must belong Safe Here is this place For a time I’ll remain... Safe Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |