Tuesday, October 6, 2020

Sweet Oblivion

Crimson splashes on white porcelain,
Oblivion sings sweetly, beckoning me,

Winter winds howl on cold, dark roads,
Seeping slowly into my bones

Peace, silence, darkness
They whisper my name, calling me, enticing me 

Flying free only to crash into fiery oblivion,
Will this finally warm, my barren, frozen soul?

The anchors that once held me snap
They are no longer enough to hold me

The fog envelops me, numbness surrounds me
Drifting, swaying, unfettered, free