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Hunter Allen Poem
Oblivion
Fear caresses my heart,
An eminent doom alerts my intuition.
The sun sets below the horizon.
As I prepare myself for the inevitable.
Encased in oblivion,
Left alone with my thoughts.
Drifting in and out of consciousness,
Relinquishing the authority over my mind.
Emotions rupture my heart,
Devoured by tidal waves of guilt.
Engulfed in translucent apprehension.
Where will I be taken?
Curiosity gouges my eyes,
Put on display for the amusement of others.
As I overindulge in scrutiny,
Oblivion corrupts my vision.
I lust for tranquility,
Foreshadowing my own demise.
Uneasiness punches my kindness,
An eternal love for all living things.
Disappointment intertwined with serenity,
An unfulfilled hope for humanity.
Lynching my morals for all to see,
Struck in the skull by oblivion.
I execute my fear
As I climb out of the hole I’ve dug.
Covered in empty promises,
Versatility in disguise.
Swearing to change my habits,
Lifted above moral reproach.
Exorcising my immorality.
A boy becoming a man.
Imputing my negativity,
Exiting my self-inflicted purgatory.
Crucifying my positivity,
Now I fall in reverse.
Tainted by dishonesty,
Replaying my mistakes endlessly.
Sacrificing my sanity
To differentiate between lunacy.
Forcing my happiness to include normalcy.
Why am I different?
Melding my heart and mind as one,
I become oblivion.
Copyright © Hunter Allen | Year Posted 2017
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Hunter Allen Poem
Regrets
Regrets bleeding into an endless ocean,
I discover myself falling through infinity.
Grasping, unconsciously, the reality of the world.
Icy air warms my skin.
I’ve never felt more alive than when I’m dying.
When will I find peace?
Buried into the earth in a crystal coffin,
A spotlight in the heavens.
Does perfection exist?
What is real, if not painful,
A truth I loathe to envision;
Silent cries from the depths of hell.
Lucidly traversing a dark road,
My mind is a specific kind of torture.
Searing intensity blockading my façade.
An epiphany whispering secrets of the universe,
Burning me alive,
Drowning in self-deprecation.
I’m trapped in my subconscious,
Relishing in silence.
Who will I become?
Prostituting my morals
For a fleeting sense of wellbeing.
Bathing in gold,
Melting away my obscenity.
My mind is a rose,
Poisoning everything in vicinity.
Blood filling the crevices of deceit,
Overwhelmed by uncertainty.
Struggling to breathe,
Starving my heart into obedience.
Overseeing my descent into an unlit stairwell,
My innocence has been stolen.
Bones scattered into the wind,
Human beings thrown away like garbage.
Recycling a sense of obligation;
Fear overshadowing compassion.
Slipping into a generous comatose,
Fantasizing about pillaged maturity.
A byproduct of selfishness,
Vaporized into a seething hatred.
A fog clouding my sight;
I’ll never escape.
Swinging in elementary school,
Now smiles are a rarity.
Sinking in a sea of blood,
Pictograms of self-loathing.
Laughing to protect myself from reality.
Why does pain exist?
Sailing through life blindly,
Regrets staining my past.
Struggling against an immovable force,
Staring at the wall.
My ancestors cry as they are hunted,
Screaming as they burn.
Regrets that can’t be changed,
The hunters smile.
Copyright © Hunter Allen | Year Posted 2017
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