Oblivion
All forgotten parts,
I wished she could remember,
All were oblivion to her,
All her kinds words
that propped and supported me,
None of she could remember,
Her reassuring words of better days,
None of she could mirror,
I was a stranger,
She was on a mysterious plane,
She was caught in the tendrils of the night,
They held her until her soul took flight,
Separated from all and I,
Freed from the earth's pangs.
March 26, 2023.
Writing Challenge - 'O' Words - Poetry Contest.
Constance La France.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2023
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