A twisted poem based off another about why I write and how I see my impact on others. |
-Judging Eyes- by Keaton Foster Looking Back at me Judging eyes So they seem Victims to be All of them Unified In dream Wondering Is this the truth Reality Is all they know Individuality A scheme They want No part of Dare they not Question this They believe Blindly I’ll add Who is The greater fool Them or I Judging eyes Upon this soul What am I Going to do And why Am I Doing it To them They don’t Never could they Deserves as much And they are Certain of it Am I mad Am I insane Inflicting such Pseudo pain My God Upon the page To it I’m enslaved I write What they won’t I push myself To the edge And take them If need be Dragging them With me If they hesitate If they refuse To peer off Into the blackness If they won’t see What it is That I must Show them Subtle will be The shove Downward They will go Into an endless pool Of nothingness Into a swirling abyss Of absolution They’ll survive The fall But they won’t Live to rise again The damage Will be done The pain Will be a greater sum Then everything before They won’t escape They won’t get away I’ve been where They have gone I alone Have returned To tell the tale To live the tragedy These words Are not lines These words Are not rhymes These words As one And as every other Are a form of resistance My method of fighting The end of all things Most of all myself And all else who Stand at the very edge They want to know So I’ve told them The price is equal But collected separately By dueling entities Living inside of me Looking Back at me Judging eyes They see What they wish And show them What they need For a time They find balance Between the two But sooner Rather than later I’ll push them Shoving them Off kilter Downward they’ll go Into the nothing I have always known… Judging Eyes Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |