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A poem about my inner, secret self that I keep close. |
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… Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2024 |