Beneath A Landslide

I have a dream, it repeats, trapped under a landslide. What would I be forced to do?

-Beneath A Landslide-
by Keaton Foster


Noise,
Sounds,
Whispers
All around.
Nothing
Seems real,
Blackness,
Surreal.

The world above
Came sliding down,
The pressure,
By the ton,
Squeezing life,
Crushing doubt.
I won’t survive.

No, not for long.
Under my feet,
The earth broke free.
Downward,
We screamed,
Tumbling toward
An inevitable fate
God should have forbidden.

But instead, this—
A truth of our existence,
A risk we take breathing.
I’m certain
No one heard me,
No one knows
I’m here,
Trapped in this crux.

Again, I find myself
Utterly alone.
Perhaps others
Were near,
Perhaps some
Are as I am now—
Here,
Alive,
Alone,
Beneath a landslide.

This pocket
Of resistance
Grants me
A fleeting chance
At forgiveness.
Nonetheless,
Death is coming,
And to God I’ll pray.

His divine wisdom
Has failed me,
His outright arrogance
The source
Of my indifference.
But,
In this finite time,
How quickly
I’ve forgotten
All that kept me away.

Certainty has forced
Both him and me,
Too soon,
To know the answers
To all I am
Or ever asked.

I’ll face it headlong,
No avoidance,
No distraction,
Nothing hindering.
Brutal honesty,
Veiled in tragedy,
Here,
Beneath a landslide.

This reconciliation
I’ll face with ease.
Thus,
The fatal flaw
Of all humanity:
The ground
We stand upon
Can easily give way.

Forcing the hand of fate,
Leaving us in a perilous state,
Where old burdens
Force us to make peace…


Beneath A Landslide
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.