18+ A flow poem about deciding my fate in my own dark and extreme way. |
-Hope At Will- by Keaton Foster Hope Nope Rope At will Around Tight Choking No breath Dying No longer Trying I’ve failed Myself All else Not afraid No way No how Forever This endeavor Never again Goodbye Cruel world Farewell Crueler friends Hate My method But dare not Dismiss it Relevant Relevance I made it A difference Tragic All be it Those behind Those inclined They’ll remember Somber embers Will remain Long after The fire fades Suicide By weight Death By time There is No slack The rope Won’t break My weight Less than Required The knot Tied perfect Flawless The tighter The pull The greater The load The stronger The hold Hope Nope None No way No how At will I came here I planned this I knew Long before That this Would be Had to be A chosen fate Decided by me God is gone No part of me The devil Won’t dare I am free And clear Released Let go Unburdened Returning To before This life of mine Ended up going So damn wrong Since my fall All is black The precipice Is where I’m at Life On one side Death On the other Easily Strangling The last few Remnants I slip on over Thus Here I am The end… Hope At Will Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |