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Rated: E · Poetry · Adult · #2030357
Some of us are broken beyond repair because of what we know and where we come from.

-Flaws-
by Keaton Foster
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Broken
At odds
Each flaw
Played
Masterfully
With no delay
In this game
I’ll win
Because
I have nothing
Not a thing
To lose
Or to gain
A neutral being
In a vacuum
Of existence
God’s gift
Not taken
Nor rescinded
Just a by-product
Of things
Beyond my skin
My mother
And father
Strangers
Brothers
Sisters
Heathenistic pretenders
Never do I see them
Impossible it is
For me to feel them
They, like me
Suffer an illness
A propensity
To flee what it means
To rely upon others
For feelings of love
And understanding
All that they need
Is themselves
All that I need
Is no one else
I have no hope
Not an ounce
Emotionless Indeed
This reality I bleed
Internally I keep
That which
I can never lose
Perspective floods through
Swimming in my mind
Drowning in my heart
My chest aches
My mind shakes
Each and every day
Increasingly difficult
Flaws
I have some
More than most
A lion of a share
In a world of sheep
I’ll never be tolerable
To myself or all else
I’ll never be accepted
Or understood as is
These words
The ones I confess
Are the only thing
That I can claim
But I don’t
Because I know that words
Can never belong
To those of us behind them
Words are our legacy
Outlining the hypocrisy
And the nature
Of human audacity…


Flaws
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.

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