Oblivion

by Galan Mayas

Oh, how melancholy one gets. The world should end, but it goes on in spite. The lines ring: ‘To be, or not to be’. Shall I drown sorrow and regret with sleep? Perchance never again to awake…

…And where once was a bright future, lies only a dark mist and a moonless sky. Weary as never before, but constantly does evil nip at each heel. Ever longing to kneel and pass away to a simpler life.

 

Alone and unnoticed still displayed for a show.

A glass box without a hole for airflow

And silently screaming a claustrophobic mime,

Slower and slower ever moving through time.

Ready to burst with rupturing tears

Touching those most dreadful fears.

 

The conclusion nearly met,

That place without worry or fret.

But sleep overcomes me and forward I fall,

I’ll wake in oblivion to relive it all.