Oblivion
Obsidian hearts – no longer beating -
Buried under magna and turned to stone.
Lodged in stupor – consciousness deleting -
In a state where the sun has never shone.
Vast emptiness surrounds them now like outer space.
Infinitude of blackness . . . is this hell?
Obtuseness overwhelmed them and stole their grace.
Never-ending nothingness – it serves them well.
Sept. 23, 2021 - Theme #1: Oblivion
For the '''O'' Contest, NEW POEMS' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2021
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