Thoughtless Oblivion.

A Poem by Jess Holden

A poem influenced by old english literature.

Thy names of which children wonder,
Taken upon this day in a blur,
Hast thou gone to sleep,
Before the day is yet born?
Thy thoughtless oblivion to which no escape,
Hast caught your mark'd hand by the fingers,
Drug you down to which no light enters,
This not be hell, but just thy thoughtless oblivion.
Thy waking eyes unrest,
Thy heart pounds in thy chest,
Awakend by the pale moonlight,
Disturbed by the rustle of the night trees,
The howl of pain that escapes thy lips,
Is know only to thee,
In this thoughtless oblivion.