Alone

-Alone-
by Keaton Foster



Here
In this room
Full of plenty
There are some
Many
Walking around
Aimlessly
Making their way
Off into a distance
That I’ll
Have no part of
They are certain
At least
They seem
That something
Is out there
Waiting for them
Something so divine
There are some
Many
That stumble
But just a quick
Their balance
Is restored
Back upon the path
They again return
Few of them
Ever do fall
When they do
They pick themselves up
Upright masters
Balanced creatures
All of them
Swearing allegiance
To the god
Of their own circumstance
They are certain that fate
And faith are as one
They could not be
More wrong
Unlike them
I myself
Stand still
No one notices me
How could they
It’s a test
Silently questioning
Do they care
How could they dare
Do they see me
Or are they blind
To people like me
And our plight
If they could see
If they did know
What would they say
Would they scream
Leave this place
Man devoid of movement
Or would they insist
That I remain here
Standing still
Alone
In every way
Within each idea
All that I am grows
The darkness
Becomes blacker
Emptier
Many of them leave
In this room
In this world
Full of plenty
There are some
Many
Walking around
Making their way
Off into a distance
That I’ll
Have no part of
It’s just
That I am incapable
This is what I know
What I understand
And that’s it
People like me
Are meant to be
Alone
Fate and faith
Have nothing to do
With such solitude
It has always been
And will be
About what we
Are capable of
And what we are not
What they have
Such blind devotion
Such ignorant lapses
Is what we cannot
Bring ourselves to grasp
Alone
It’s who we are
What we are
They are something else…


Alone
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.