Hollow Thy Bone

Hollow Thy Bone
by Keaton Foster




Hollow thy bone
Broken said home
Emptied spaces
Craterous nations
Devoid of meaning
Subjective
Such reason
Broken into pieces
Unsustainable
This shape
Crashing down
All around
A home cannot stand
Without foundation
Crushing the weight
Unable to escape
One’s own being
A hell of a thing
Gravity that is
Pulling at us
Never does it stop
So surreal
Quite real
Understand one can
Every other cannot
Explanation
Thus stagnation
Knowing better
Pain above all
Hope, a hole
Deeper does it go
Into forever’s bosom
Wickedness inclined
Tediousness enshrined
Built upon bones
Relics of a past
Inescapable mistakes
Made by others
As well as myself
I have failed
Them all
Thyself
I cannot stand
I cannot rise above
Down I have gone
Looking up I remain
I see the world
From the lowest point
All that is true
All that is dark
I see within my purview
I am no fool
Nor am I a genius
In between
All that is known
And most of what is not
People, quite capable
Evil monsters
Abhorrent spectacles
With tedious tentacles
Reaching out for me
Grabbing the likes of you
Pulling us down
Further into an abyss
Of nothingness
Meaninglessness
Hollow thy bone
Broken said home
Emptied spaces
Craterous nations
Devoid of meaning
Subjective
Said reason
I cannot stand
For any of you
Or my own damn self…



Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2020