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A dark poem about doing what it takes to survive an abuse and torture filled past



Upon This Soul
by Keaton Foster

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Upon this soul
There are bones

Killer be kind
Whispered most times

I was sorry
In those moments

No longer
Have I since been

Unforgivable
Are such sins

Meaning and motive
Matters not

Immovable
Was the force

Undeniable
Was the cause

Dead is death
Life, such a mess

What has been
Will never be again

Suffer they did
Further I must

I will pay
Every damn price

As I always have
As I always will

I am right
When I’m wrong

Because what I know
Surpasses all else

The darkness falls
An emptiness sprawls

Forever it goes
Always does it show

The truth of this fight
The reason for such spite

Upon this soul
Everything is

God knows
He won’t forgive

How could he ever
I am not his

Nor is he mine
But regardless of

Lacking allocation
I shall be doomed

For all that I’ve done
And what I’ve become

These hands are mud
Clean they can’t become

My eyes are sunk
Deeper than perception

This mind, a prison
Within confinement

Beyond reasonable
My callous heart screams

Fighting to explode
Tearing itself apart

As the reality of life
Holds it together

Upon this soul
There are bones

On my hands
There is blood

Things that can’t
Won’t ever be undone

I did what I did
Willingly I’ll admit

Survival
The greater need

Doing all that has been
Within the confines of this

My own preservation
Has always meant more

I am right
When I’m wrong

Because of what I know
And what I’ve been shown

I wish I could change
But of course

It’s far too late
God won’t forgive

He will only judge
I am not his

He is not mine
But by his rules

And the rules
Of all humankind

I will pay
Every damn price

Upon this soul
There are bones

Maybe they deserved it
Then again

Maybe I did
And still do?



Upon This Soul
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2019

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