Baited The Breath

-Baited The Breath-
by Keaton Foster



Waiting
Pacing
Baited
The breath
This can’t
In no way
Or purpose
Be as real
As it seems
This world
Is here
Upon my chest
God
Be dammed
Punish me
He has
He will
Fear
I just don’t
Sad
But the truth is
I am incapable
Void
Vacant
Empty
Of emotion
Devoid
Of decision
This was placed
Upon my chest
Suffocation
Through living
A hell of a thing
Baited
The breath
One day
I’ll be free
After that day
I’ll breathe
Then I’ll live
Regrets
I’ll have some
But none
Like the ones
That cloud
My judgment
That infect
My persona
Leaving me
Stumbling
Fighting the scene
Telling others
Any who’ll listen
Where to go
What to do
Assuring them
By lying
Through my teeth
That it will be ok
Of course
It won’t
I know it
Understand it
Far better than most
I’ve seen darkness
I’ve lived madness
I’ve stood
In the middle
Being torn apart
Feeling each second
A living perception
Leaving me expressing
Then and again
Baited
The breath
What will come next
Who could know
Why would they
Ever want to
To feel alive
One must be surprised
By what will happen
And what others
Are capable of
The mundane
Is so archaic
The plain
A further disgrace
What makes us tick
What is inside
Deeper still
Behind our eyes
Inward
At the core
Of forgotten
Beneath
The very bottom
In that place
Is what really makes us
Who we are
And why we are
I know it
More than I
Can feel it
Baited
The breath
With regard
To the answer
Of all that truly is
The question
And purpose
Remain
Unchanged…


Baited The Breath
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.