Oblivion

Oblivion

A Poem by foxcryptids

I stood in wait,
listening to the siren call
of oblivion.
Stranded on the cliff of
not enough,
never enough.
The hours were a sluggish veil
blinding and filtering
giving occasional glimpses,
breaths,
of sharp air
to fill my lungs.
So still I wait,
hoping to take my last.
Fearing that this will be the last.
Forever on the knife's edge
between oblivion
and breath.

© 2021 foxcryptids


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Added on December 4, 2021
Last Updated on December 4, 2021