May Forget Me

-May Forget Me-
by Keaton Foster


Identity
Complacence
Not retainable
Is any information
Fools do guess
Upon this liars request
They try to figure me out
Just as I do more
To obliterate myself
Every path leads
No place quick
Every idea about me
Is turned on its head
Nothing can be validated
Not one thing
Can be confirmed
Those closer few are gone
Now in this world
As far as I’m concerned
It will always be just I
Who am I really
Truly, deeply, completely
No longer do I know
Somehow
In some way
I just forgot
Lost my place
Lost this face
Now the man
That is seen
Is not the real me
He’s a living lie
Thus I
Complete diatribe
Made up
Quasi fictional
Often hysterical
Running circles
In square boxes
Trapped within
And by what
Has been made up
There is no escape
No hope
Or anything else
May forget me
After I
Misplaced oneself
Some days
In some darker ways
People approach
Strangers all
They swear
That they know me
That they’ve stood
In my odd presence
Had this very conversation
On a few occasions
Quickly to them I say
What you knew
Was never me
What I’ve become
Is just as convoluted
There is nothing true
All that is within
All that is me
And this heart
Are falsehoods
Convincingly told
So much that they
Have become more truth
Than anything else
May forget me
As clearly
I’ve forgotten myself
Maybe only God knows
But he’s not telling
Because him and I
Are not on speaking terms
I’m sure
That will never change
Because crudely
I don’t want it to
For a man like me
Faith
Is more impossible
Than telling the truth
And I am incapable of that
May forget me
Because I’ve forgotten
All things of myself…


May Forget Me
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.