Physical Me

Physical Me
by Keaton Foster



Physical me
Dream
Nightmares
Quite real
How do I scream
Words weapons
Through this heart
Into thy spine
The pain complete
Astutely believed
Ironically relived
Die, I shall
But not before
I have lived
So it be
I’ll continue
Onward
Inward
Deeper still
Into the chasm
Into the soul
I shall peer
Seeing darkness
Feeling nothing less
Knowing this
Physical me
Terrible
May I scream
Hopelessness
Do I dare bleed
Hemorrhaging feelings
All the while this face
An expressionless void
That those so close
Have come to see
Factual the façade
Actual the retard
They have no idea
How could they ever
In this world of chaos
In this sea of incompleteness
Nothing seems as it must
How could it ever be less
God above
The darkness below
Fate is the rule
Everything else flows
Escaping is impossible
That which is
And has always been inevitable
Physical me
How do I see
How can I feel
That which is numb
Devoid of feeling
Without any meaning
Pointless screams
But no one close
Or anyone far away
Will hear what is said
Or that which is conveyed
I am ill
Sickened of mind
Poisoned in kind
My heart beats
My brain fights
Against one and each other
At odds they will exist
Words pour to page
Ideas fail me again
What I wish to say
What I must convey
Beyond any scope
And every detail
Is deemed surreal
Sickened I must be
Hopeless I can’t scream
I have not, could I ever
Begin to convey
All that I mean
All that was meant
Physical me…



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