Mistaken

-Mistaken-
by Keaton Foster



The moon
Nude
The sky
Not blue
The sun
Hidden
This dream
Mistaken
All of it
Not real
Every bit
Faked
Wishing
Missing
What is true
What I knew
The time
The place
Before this
Those days
God how I
Lament
Truer love
For myself
A sense
Of belief
A vision
Of need
Eased
By reality
What I had
What I owned
Who I possessed
Now
All of it
Gone
All of it
No more
Mistaken
I keep saying
But no one
Is in agreement
They are
Hearing me
But they are
Not listening
They see me
As a fool
As a man
Not ruled
As a man
With no plan
They wish
For me
Too further fail
More than I
Wish for myself
To do the same
I can feel
Their hate
I can sense
Their pain
They wish
Me away
Out of time
Out of space
Into the ether
Of all that is
Forbidden
I don’t blame them
How could I
By their standards
They want me gone
And to tell you
Reluctantly
I’ll admit
So do I
Mistaken
Is what I say
About them
About all of this
But in a reality
I no longer know
Maybe it is I
That am wrong
Maybe it is me
That is in many ways
Mistaken…


Mistaken
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.