Fate

A twisted little poem about fate in control from the very start.

-Fate-
by Keaton Foster



Fate
A word
The idea
Clarity
Cleared
Reality
Not sparred
All that is
That can be
Defined
Before our time
Set to stone
Mock freedom
To decide
A requirement
To live
With those decisions
Regret
Does not exist
All hands
Are dirty
All hands
Are clean
Simple as that
Ask
And receive
Do
What’s right
All the while
Not knowing
What exactly
Such a thing is
Fate
Wisdom
Bled
From one being
To all others
Upon the cross
Down in the dirt
Soaking through
Sin
A greater cause
A broader strike
Upon humankind
We will pay
God
A being
Thus, a reason
Existence
Remittance
A spark
Light
Within darkness
Many can’t see
Few are blind
God’s knows
He understands
His hand
Cruel and kind
A balancing act
His only son
Died for us
And because of us
Fate
A way of showing us
Letting us know
That regardless
Of each choice
And every decision
There is a plan
Long since in place
Payback of sorts…


Fate
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2018