Lost In Oblivion
And in my passing will I become an unknown poet
My writing lost in oblivion and quite obscure-
O, sadly this thing called life is but a moment.
Will my poems die and be forgotten or endure
Perhaps my verses will cease and become blurred
My writing lost in oblivion and quite obscure-
And my name will be one not often heard
I, oblivious in my secluded dark endless death-
Perhaps my poems will cease and become blurred.
But in this life I will be a poet until my last breath,
With arms folded I will have found my eternal peace
I, oblivious in my secluded dark endless death-
Perhaps the love of my poetry will only increase
Maybe I will take to the grave all my written sheets-
With arms folded I will have found my eternal peace
Perhaps the love of my poetry will only increase
And in my passing will I become an unknown poet
Maybe I will take to the grave all my written sheets-
O, sadly this thing called life is but a short moment
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December 6, 2015
Terzanelle
For the contest, Oblivion, sponsor, Rob Carmack
Fifth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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