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Oblivion
Is my fate to go on living in this impervious place where everyone dons a mask to conceal his face? I'm floundering in this troubling tenure of time, in which no one understands the rhythm of rhyme. I need to search the deepest corners of my mind for a region where oblivion is no longer defined. I hunger to locate a habitat where I can be me, a sanctuary where my inhibitions can be set free. Mankind has become such an abstract machine, all walking to the beat of the same tambourine. Egotistic are those blind to the needs of others. A depth of indifference that stifles and smothers. When did it happen, that it became a world of greed where everyone wants more than they'll ever need? Bump into me on the street. No one seems to care. The oblivion in society is greater than I can bear. I cling to the prospect of a world in which I behold, a race of benevolent humans, in stories long foretold, where no disguise is ever worn to conceal a feeling, and no secrets are kept for embarrassing revealing. If there is a place where these human qualities exist, it's an Eden in which I could more than just subsist. I wish to withdraw from this callous, obdurate place, to live where people do not behave as a robotic race. September 23, 2021 "O" Poetry Contest Sponsor: Constance La France
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