Elena Plotkin


Oblivion


Oblivion is not a state but a place
where all things go to leave no trace.
With only a memory to keep them here,
Is it any wonder they wish to disappear?

Oblivion is not a place but a name,
where all things are called to remain.
With nothing here to call them back,
Is it any wonder of what we lost track?

Oblivion is not a name but a plan
where all things try to escape man.
With no one here they can trust,
Is it any wonder they do what they must?

Oblivion is not a plan but a fate
where all things resign themselves of late.
With no one here to question why,
Is it any wonder they don’t say goodbye?

© 2013 Copyright Elena Plotkin

Submitted: Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, June 19, 2013

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  • Khairul Ahsan (7/18/2013 8:55:00 AM)

    Oblivion is not a plan but a fate
    where all things resign themselves of late.
    With no one here to question why,
    Is it any wonder they don’t say goodbye?
    No wonder! (Report) Reply

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