Acquiescence

-Acquiescence-
by
Keaton Foster



I accept
No regret
Not a damn one
How could I ever
I can’t
These words
Part of a plan
A greater calling
Poetic chances
To make things right
Never once
Thought possible
Unimaginable
But somehow
Someway
I’m doing it
I’m making it
Taking it
Not faking it
Acquiescence
Outward bound
Flowing expressionism
A higher level of existence
God’s cruelest of gift
Turned on its head
Certainly
I won’t sleep
I won’t rest
Doing what I can
Takes a greater sacrifice
Death may come early
My body may quit
I may cease to exist
But these words
Mountains of the absurd
Will always remain
Unchained
Unscripted
Contradicting
Examples of what if
Written by a man
Turned into a poet
That was with it
Such an eternal thing
Need not paper or print
Such an eternal thing
Needs only the minds
Of others so inclined
Willing people
Not sheeple
Who will not take such words
At face value
People who will store them
In their own expanding heads
People who will express
Their own variants
An idea born from an idea
A rationale obtained
Free of charged
Without regard
Acquiescence
I accept
No regret
Not a damn one
How could I ever
I can’t
These words
Part of a plan
A greater calling
Poetic chances
To make things right
Where otherwise
Things would be anything but
Experience fuels this
Determination powers it
I won’t relent
I won’t quit
Until my last breath
Until my untimely death
I will write
I will accept
What was meant
Nothing less
Then everything
Needs to be confessed
Words meant for the rest
A world full of people
Not sheeple
Ready to understand
Ready to take what was said
To a level beyond
What was once thought possible…


Acquiescence
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013