In Fields Covered Green

-In Fields Covered Green-
by
Keaton Foster



Standing here
In fields covered green
Screaming
How can this be
The God above
Certainly not mine
Does not reply
Upon deaf ears
All silence falls
Reality laden stones
Of immense weight
Causality in varying shapes
Some edges terribly rough
Other edges quite dull
Equally inflicting
The same measure of doubt
The same incurable wounds
Of an existence without
All around is livable life
Not mine
Someone else's
I am jealous of their ability
And the contradictory ways
In which they see
The light of every new day
And the darkness betrayed
Numb they have become
Through the insertion of an idea
That I fear I cannot wrap
My ever-widening mind around
Feeble in many ways they seem
Weakness is a side affect
Of their undying need
To people like them
This is more about living
Then anything could ever be
Superiorly unified
Through ignorance
Each second
Of who they are screams
Inferior I dare bleed
Why am I here
A question always asked
The answer not known
But I must persist
Because unlike them
I fear that I do not believe
That all of this
Was created for us
We are a chance circumstance
Left to its own defenses
We are a mistake on an epic scale
God's unintended happenstance
A byproduct of creationism
Easily stood on its head
Ridiculous I know
Blasphemy and then some
I am sure that if God could
And if his deepest darkest desire
Called for my certain death
Then my end would begin
But here I still am
As I've always been
Standing in fields covered green
Not on my knees
Not pleading for some unseen
Hypocrite to save me
From the very dilemma
He crammed down my throat
Instead facing the reality
Of my unique situation
Knowing that life is about time
And what you and I do with it
Everything else is just scenery
Pleasant realities to distract us
All from the one true absolute
Of who we are, and what we face
Beyond this very predicament
We enslave…




In Fields Covered Green
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.