Oblivion: Observations of Another World
An escape route out of life from the chaos which we started,
Broken and fragmented where human order is retarded.
Illusions and aspirations are all forgotten at her door,
Say goodbye to reality – you won’t be seeing it anymore.
Pondering in a limbo where the party never ends,
Indulging with total strangers who soon become your friends.
Vultures bearing smiles that only run skin deep,
Creatures of the night that have no need for sleep.
She’s feeble from exhaustion and ravaged by excess,
Her minute is like an hour; one day becomes the next.
Like a mobile fire hazard, except she doesn’t move
And what’s so wrong with that if you’ve got nothing left lose?
Her suspicious eyes are watchful beneath her glassy stare
A necessary reflex considering the people that are there.
A party full of sorrow with faces of broken dreams.
Trying to hold it together, but bursting at the seams.
Yet we all are drawn here and our reasons all the same;
Knowing that the consequences are only ours to blame.
The mask of normality have snapped their fragile strings
And we bask in the oblivion that escapism brings.
Copyright © Charlotte Aitken | Year Posted 2009
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