Oblivion

OBLIVION Your head is dead a chamber vast and void and nothing's what you think on anymore forgotten are all things you once enjoyed and are replaced by life the constant bore. Your brain's been drained you sit alone and stare all hope's run out, your heart is solid stone from night to day and day to night it's there the wish to be forgotten and alone. You think and sink into Oblivion not caring if you fade or if you die but only that you shed the shell you're in you've gone beyond the questioning of why. You are the death, the dark of greatest fear the song of life only the dead can hear. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet