Oblivion

I had a dream the other day,
A sort of vision of what just may
Be my fate if I can't resist
The voices with a twisted list.

In it, I saw the final curtain.
It was the end, I am for certain.
And what did I see, you may ask?
Something unsettling, without a mask.

Black. Nothing. A void of still.
Where absence is the only fill.
A quiet empty, always present
Shuttered windows, light unbent

There was no cold or hot
A place that time simply forgot.
I awoke, pale with wonder.
Wishing for soothing thunder.

Author's Note

This was inspired from a dream I had while under the influence of nighttime cough syrup. Medicine is funny.

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i was in the mood for some dark poetry today. this hit the spot. fever dreams are incredible trips. and so was this poem.

[Hallow]

Thank you. Ironic how it works. The dream before this was about robot kittens. Cough syrup is a sure trip.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

is your cough syrup codeine, dude?

[Hallow]

No! You have to go to the doctor for the good stuff. Just run of the mill off brand cough syrup.