Oblivion
In the dark night, black as obsidian,
Her dreams make her reach that oblivion,
To where she escapes from her painful past,
The sad thing is this world never does last...
So she creates 'nother world of her own,
With imagination that hits full-blown,
Her diaries are filled with thoughts from her heart,
And she writes and writes poetry, such art!
09.23.2021
For Constance La France's ""O" contest, New poems only"
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2021
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