The Second Hand Around My Neck

-The Second Hand Around My Neck-
by
Keaton Foster



The clock ticks
Pain does persist
The second hand
Around my neck
Struggling to live
As pieces of me die
Fighting time
Existence, so benign
Then to all others
I must force myself
To ask as to why
Easily I am being defined
A weirdo in a world
Of increasingly weirder beings
Who want no part of me
These words are numb
Feelingless expressions
Of all that I claim I am
And all that I dare confess
For everyone but me to read
For everyone to take in
Deep into their gullet
Hopefully choking on them
Fighting for breath
Struggling to understand
As if their life depends upon it
Within the reality of my situation
Is a most human of condition
All share, unwilling participants
In a game being played
Despite their best intentions
To act as if they themselves
Are like me, just doing time
A prisoner of skin confined
There will be no escape
The second hand
Around my neck
Once fighting to live
Now I continually give in
It’s what I must do
These words are of truth
They will remain long after my pain
They will define me in every way
The clock ticks
Pain does persist
But seemingly my resolve
Is over-filled…



The Second Hand Around My Neck
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.