Sad Is The Case

A short poem about finding little purpose in this life.

-Sad Is The Case-
by
Keaton Foster



Sad is the case
What a terrible waste
A hellish display
Upon a mountain of shame
With no peak
Only plateaus
Momentary places to rest
And stare at the climb ahead
Or look back at the fall below
Fear is both intoxicating and paralyzing
It rages like a fire in a forest
Full of overstuffed trees
Nothing will be saved
Nothing will ultimately remain
Nothing is every destination
All circles have only one side
These words, my apogee
Hanging on a hook
An unreadable book
Each page is stained
Every world is displaced
A jumbled mess of was once was
And no longer remains
I wish I could make a difference
But sadly I cannot
I wish I could change the fate
Of those who depend
Upon these words
But fate is far stronger
Than any reason or logic applied
I cannot change the unchangeable
I cannot make a difference
Because in this present state and time
There is no difference to be made
Sad is the case
What a terrible waste…




Sad Is The Case
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.