Love

-Love-
by Keaton Foster



Broken
Knowing
Nothing
Understanding
Less
Alone
Always
Shall I be
So
It does seem
Hope
This rope
Binding
My hands
Connected
To stones
Deeper
The hole
Where
Or why
Does it go
Dare I
Confess
Unknow
Deeper
The depths
Stifling
It’s grip
Down
All that I am
All that I can be
Will be
Feet first
Upside down
Matters not
The end
Equally
The same
It hurts
As it must
It’s real
When real
Is least of all
These hands
Shaking
This heart
Racing
My mind
More a prison
Keeping me here
Latched
To every idea
Even this one
A conceptual
Concept
Turned illusion
Cruelty
For kindness sake
A game
That most must
Consider playing
Is it worth it
Could it be
Will it seem
Unclear
Are the answers
One man’s heaven
Is another’s hell
All familiar roads
Lead to different places
The journey seems
More of a meandering
Will we get there
But of course
We must leave here
Comfortable
Under thumb
This hurts
As it should
As it must
Adequately
Can I feel?
Indeed
A question
An answer
Worth seeking
But I’ll admit
I might not like
What
If anything
Is to be found
Up here
Or down there
Matters not
These hands
Bound by ropes
This mind
This body
Carrying a load
This heart
Empty to start
Devoid of a spark
There is no fire
Because
Little of what’s here
In my mind
In my heart
Of this body
Will burn…


Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2018