Bipolar Cannon

-Bipolar Cannon-
by
Keaton Foster



Screaming
Bleeding
Such a heathen
All that exists
Appears to be threatening
Counter acting
Pushing everyone away
Refusing them a place
Alone is the safest state
I deserve nothing
It’s all that I know
All that I am certain about
In a world of wolves
I am a paraplegic tiger
A gravely wounded tragedy
Of the human condition
Turned on its head
All these strengths
All that I posses
Made completely useless
I am absolutely defenseless
A once ferocious being of magnitude
Now made quite insignificant
A bipolar cannon
Devoid of ammunition
The enemy is always close
Because the enemy is me
A hateful seed was planted
In the bosom of my being
There it has grown
Into all-consuming species
Of a carnivorous aptitude
Before I became so injured
Before I became irrelevant
I feasted upon the flesh of many
Most of all myself
My gut is still overfilled
Soothing my own ache
The once powerful
Drive of my case
My hunger to live
Has since been laid to rest
Yet here I am doing such a thing
I am sure that someday soon
Long before my time
Beyond all reason defined
I will be killed
Ripped to pieces
By other creatures
That have had enough
Of my cryptic bantering’s
Unlike me, their guts are empty
Devoid of plenty
They will see me as easy pickings
Such a meal that will offer them
Little if any sustenance
But the constant ache
To which I could once relate
Will drive them to end me
And all that it means to be
Such an impossible creature
Left seemingly motionless
And absolutely defenseless
I have my weapon
To wage any war I wish
But I have nothing left
To use as ammunition
Except for my words
But they have long since
Fallen upon deaf ears…


Bipolar Cannon
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.