Departed

-Departed-
by Keaton Foster


Please
Get him
Started
All faith
Departed
His fate
Has been
Sounded
Hear him
No one
And nothing
He’s in tune
Acutely aware
Vibrancy
To spare
These words
Unto themselves
They’ll fall
Downward
Into a world
Heading upward
Some will say
That he was crazy
Few will suggest
That he himself
Was amazing
And that he
Was brave
Not insane
Well aware
Lacking fear
He was all
And nothing
Enthralled
In one ball
Wound so tight
That which was meant
By the likes of him
Could take
A lifetime to shape
Like a hamster
In a wheel
He spun along
Chasing down
His feast
What was needed
For survival
Sustenance
Via tragic
Circumstances
Pinned
To his chest
Driven
Into his heart
Never
Should have he
Been allowed
But against
Those with tape
Those with hate
He rose up
He stood true
Spelled it all out
For those so few
To see and believe
As real as can be
Meant to be felt
As if
They themselves
Were there
Present witnesses
Accountable inferences
Changed by what
Was experienced
Departed
Now he’s gone
Left long
Taken away
Replaced
In a sad way
Never will there be
Or should there be
Another like him
His faith
None existent
His fate
Upon these pages
He could not change
But he could indeed
Change many others
He wanted them to see
To feel
It all through words
Ones penned
Ones to be lived
These many expressed
He may be gone
But who he was
And why he was
Will live on…


Departed
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.