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writing for me is beyond choice, expressing the past is how I survive in the present. |
Through This Mind by Keaton Foster As I sleep Here I dream Memories fill Any and all gaps What is real And what is not Further invades What has happened And what was imagined Spill into the same hole Deeper still it goes Endless the well Tedious the swell I can’t understand How it is that I got here But I know quite well That I can never leave In this prison well made There are no walls Nor guards up high There is nothing To confine me to And within myself But each new day Here I am again Trapped within Through this mind Ideas do grind Ripping slowly Looking for an out Begging to be heard There are many More than can be written More than can be expressed There are no limits No maximum amount While I’m awake A constant reel Of memories plays In an endless loop Of things that I can’t fake Things done to me People who betrayed me Family turned monsters Monsters made real Though the lessons dealt I’d like to think they didn’t hate me They just loved themselves more But I know that’s not the case I would like to forgive them But such required forgiveness Is beyond who I am And what I am all about This heart is jaded This soul is damaged Believing is a luxury That I can’t afford Always I am broke Through this mind A wilderness defined Plays out its role Creatures come a go Life exist, then it does not Simple it seems Complexity it screams I hear it all Understanding every nuance Is what I do best How I have come to be My life and all else Such an aggravated mess I didn’t deserve this But regardless of that It appears that I have become Most deserving of all Thus The blank page To it I am enslaved To me it calls Screaming of truth Begging for lies Wishing what was next Was all but a mess Wishing each new word Was not connected to Or obligated by the last From behind these Endlessly shallow eyes Lives something beyond life And surpassing an enviable death Something greater than myself And all else I have ever known Or tried to forget about Through this mind… Through This Mind Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2019 |