Help Me

-Help Me-
by Keaton Foster



An edge
This ledge
Steep
Leaning
Forward
Feeling
Backwards
Screaming
Down there
Unsure where
Deeper still
Heaven
Nor Hell
Something else
Unbound
By boundaries
Unfound
Those realities
Help me
Such momentum
This tedious balance
Upon which I live
Has become
Off kilter
Stumbling
Standing still
When I move
All pressure
Rushes forward
Causing me to slide
In ways
That no one should
Help me
My craterous mind
Is somehow overfilled
With the schemes
Of all that I have planned
But am incapable of
The liquid in my skull
The motion of my brain
A toxic stew of refuse
Sloshes around
Slamming my skull
Bulging my eyes
Unstable I am
I have always been
I’m gonna fall
I long since have
Downward front
As I lean back
Looking up
To what must be
All that I don’t know
Falling towards
All that I must be about
Darkness floods in
Despair takes hold
I don’t want to go
Nor can I stay
I am nowhere clear
Everywhere feared
This ledge
Closer it must be
Because the past
Is still quite clear
Above my heart
Saturating my lungs
I can’t breathe
When breathing
Is what I need to do
Least of all
I can still remember
All that I want to forget
This can’t be death
Because death is true
And this all seems
Like one big lie
A fantastical fantasy
Told to kids
By men turned monsters
Unfazed by what was done
And who those like me
Have all but become
Help me
Simple seeming
Reach out
Pull me close
Or push me hard
Either way I’ll be saved
From myself
And all else…


Help Me
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2019