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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Adult · #2311670
A poem about choices made out of our own hands no matter how hard we try.

Adeline
by Keaton Foster

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Endless are her eyes
Screaming as to why
Standing quite alone
At the very edge
One side is life
The other is death
Pointing beyond
Soft, her words
Somber songs
Whispers of truth
Within the folds
Of so many lies
Regardless of tone
Or lack of bravado
I can hear it all
Every single word
Adeline
Once I loved her
Awkward
Was the way
I needed her
More than most
She was the beat
To my heart
The air to each breath
Now, she is none of those
And even less
I wished her away
She escaped
Left us behind
Leaving while fleeing
Is not really a choice
Adeline
I alone remain
I see from afar
But the distance
Is quite close
I know what’s next
Because I understand
What was before
She is broken
Not by me
But despite us
She has returned
To what was before
She warned me
And I refused to believe
That someone so beautiful
Could be so damaged
But she is
Adeline
Doing time
In a prison of the mind
Empty is her heart
Solemn her chest
A space devoid of love
Not because of what she wished
But because of what I made so
Now I have to stand here
And see her as she was
And as what she has become
Now I must face what I’ve done
Because like her
Before all of this
Before us
I was not capable of love
I tried to be for her sake
But such a thing is not possible
Nor was it ever for either of us…




Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2023

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