Oblivion Iii
Hello, Oblivion am I welcomed to thy realm?
down into the darkness
of the perpetual engines, doom
I saw the sublime dissolution
of my generation
I mourned its irritating irrelevancy
I saw the eternal imaginary
of my place in my history
Burned out at last:
I cannot help but stop and look into the melancholy waste
I cannot help but stop and look at the intellectual subjugation.
This my generation destroyed
down into the darkness
of the perpetual engines of doom
The shadows now fade
sordid, tear-stained ruins
eternal imagery of my perpetual place
Not but prayer is troubled
Not a soul is tortured
Dearly departed I stand in my history
Feeling oblivion come; like the loss of faith
once promised me an eternity now a burial shroud
on the table, a scarlet waste
you once promised me infinity
engines of doom
The shadow now fades
sordid, tear-stained ruins
There is only an illusion of my generation, in bloom
Hello, Oblivion am I welcomed to thy realm?
down into the darkness of the perpetual engines, doom
Hello Oblivion you once promised me until the end of time
so stated the raven nevermore
May thy tomb come upon some desolations shore
In millenniums evermore
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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