Thompson Emate Poet Free verse

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.

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Anne-Lise Andresen March 27, 2023 at 10:43 AM - A beautiful poem, Thompson :) - Congratulations on your win in the contest :) - hugs Thompson Emate March 27, 2023 at 7:58 PM Thank you, Sunshine. I'm honoured.

Constance La France March 26, 2023 at 12:55 PM Thompson, congratulations on your win in my Writing Challenge 'O' Words with your wonderful poem, blessings, Constance Thompson Emate March 26, 2023 at 1:48 PM Thank you, Constance. I'm honoured.