The Walk To Oblivion

When Oblivion is calling out your name:

Think about the power of your words

Your podium awaits

I cant quite believe my ears

I'm swimming to the surface

I'm coming up for air

You're making feel nervous

I need to clear my head

Still living in the currents you create

Still sinking in the pool of your mistakes

I can't make you love me. I can't make anyone love me.

But I can make people fear me.

I could expose you.

I could turn you into nothing but a silhouette.

With the power of my writing I could do just about anything.

I am a girl you wasted.

You gave me false hope.

But you made me feel beautiful.

Through all your words I built up love for you.

I had trust.

It started in 2014..and it accumulated in 2015.

And in 2016 when I thought I could let it all out on you..

You didn't want it.

So I am turning back to the dark march.

The walk into oblivion.

This walk is harsh.

It is stormy.

It is bitter and cold.

The walk is hell.

The walk to Oblivion has skeletal people with drained hearts.

Oblivion is what you become when you see death.

Oblivion is the trauma swallowing you whole.

Creating you into a brand new person of scars.

It is the desperate despair.

It is choking trying to find air.

It is slowly giving in to giving up.

After having so many men hunt you down to kill.

So I continue our march into oblivion.

The mind is a powerful thing.

We were painting such a lovely story.

We could always turn around and keep going..

But I could paint you into an awful man.

When in reality you might be a good man.

You didn't mean to do this...

Or did you?

You're just a mess.

But the nice thing is

I've still got a heart.

I remember our good times.

Don't you?

We are good together...

In the darkness I'll see your shadow.

I'll grab your hand.

and we can march through it all.

Are you ready?

Welcome to Oblivion.

I thought I'd drag you down with me.

But then I realized that I had seen you before.

In the same dark place I could've sworn.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lorry]

Powerful words coming from deep within. That part of your heart that screams from the pit of our being, that love has found its way to you, on a cold and lonely one way street. That scream is for all the yearning, hoping and love you have spent on someone who forgot to bring their wallet to the date and had a combination lock on their heart that you could not break.
heartache in word form, I felt you.

[Nwang]

Nice verse. Loved your writing, I like the Yandere perspective of your poem.