The Division

-The Division-
by Keaton Foster



The division
A mission
Finding a way
Beyond the gate
Outside these walls
Blind are the guards
Empty are their minds
Statues quite refined
They hold nothing
Possessing no method
Of catching me
But in this place
And in this way
I have long since
Remained
Contained by fear
My mind
A wilderness defined
There are creatures
Impossible dangers
They wish me harm
From the inside
Always clawing
Behind my eyes
Often digging
Into my spine
No greater
Could I bleed
Hemorrhaging
All that is belief
The division
Separating my enemies
From greater calamities
Breaking up
What I can survive
And what I will not
Letting all else know
That at least for a time
That I was right here
Fighting the best fight
Destroying many enemies
While further obliterating
My own precious sanity
The division
A mission
Finding a way
Beyond the gate
Outside these walls
Out there
Opposing here
There must be salvation
A grace period
Between existing
And no longer being
I’ll do what I must
What I always have
Certainly
I have been contained
Kept right here
By a deeper fear
By a greater idea
One beyond my own sanity
One far past my own reality
No longer will it be
I am going to escape
Make my way
No matter where
It is that I end up
I’ll be content
With being in a place
Or greater difference
The division
Those guards up high
With no weapon
Or as to why
Can no longer
Contain me here
Beyond the gate
Outside these walls
I am ready to go
I am ready to flee
Fear will no longer
Keep me here…


The Division
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2017.