Oblivion Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Oblivion



no
one
recalls
oblivion
of darkness
in the darkest
matters, beneath
sufferings… the one
future IAM pulled into
against, the currents of the
silence; in awe of the universe.
This silence aflame with the sounds
of oblivion… something that just has to
be vividly imagined… sounds of oblivion in
the supposed vacuum of space; and this is an
assumed supposition, assuredly presumed, for
you and I; do not have the slightest clue of what
the truth of this can really be… oblivion is, here
to serve up the winds; and your voices tremble
as all of creation, by choice, welcomes it into
your Sol's system, welcomes all of oblivion
what it means, its intentions, the mission
so often mentioned through all of the
centuries upon that condition you to
need to bow… and welcome the presence
of the oblivion coming earth's way soon…
You each will cry, you all will surely try to
fight the darkness that oblivion will bring.
You may even continue to breathe in the
silence that oblivion will carry with it. That
deafening cold silence holds a tone; a humming
presence within your soon to become numb minds
yes, the silence of oblivion is most assuredly humbling
and most certainly deathly cold… profoundly so cold
and silent. You scream screams with no sound, and
dream dreams of an impending doom; anticipate
something, feeling the darkness descend upon
the earth… yet you see nothing. And you feel
the ‘others' resentments; that is your punishment
here in this instant that the oblivion arrives… hear as
all of creation is pulled down to drown out your screams!
And you each drown fighting your doubts screaming silent
screams throughout that last night. Screaming out your
dire lies, crying out to heaven's skies, tearing out each
wide opened eye… but you, cannot fight against the
presence of the oblivion. You, cannot help being
stuck, the presence of the oblivion destroys you
it ends, the final struggle; shattering the final
night. Your mind fights the fright. This has
become your only option. And my heart
bleeds its penance, my lone mistake
humanity is ended; and this ending
is only heard within the oblivion.

Oblivion
Wednesday, January 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: darkness,future,image,mission,silence,sound,space,universe,voices
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