A twisted little poem, to run you around in circles, to warp your mind. Enjoy! |
-Hope Within Despair- by Keaton Foster Sad Glad A difference Thinner the line All of the time Hope Within despair This life Not fair All That has happened Why Not so clear How come Even less Translucent Transhumanism Turned on its head Wicked is the man The one with his Hand upon the gun The one to my head The one that you Don’t know But soon will He’s coming As sure as the sun As right as rain I am aware Because of who And what I myself am Hope Within despair All that we are Blood and stone All that we can be Exactly the same Inconsequentially Indistinguishable All but a few Hold light To the flame All but some Are better than none Seems odd But dare it be true It just has to be Sure I’ve failed Damn near Every single day These hands Quite stained This heart A roaring shame Calling out to my kind These words Wisdom or weapons Maybe both I’ll let you decide Because you can Hope Within despair Reality Even more clear Like a walk in the sun Like a swim in the rain Nothing is better Until nothing Is all that remains… Hope Within Despair Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |