Oblivion (An Overture Of Inevatible Idleness) Poem by Joshua Lewis White

Shining out the walls
Comes a feeling of gratitude
Of which no-one knows
A strange race of misunderstood creatures
Struggles to reach its peak in knowledge
Despite their views of oblivion
Of the questionable probability of desolation
Of broken dreams
Of forgotten memories
Of disaster
Of separation
Of abandonment
Does anyone know
Where the came from
Where they went?
Nothing is left
All is gone
Hope/Fear/Oblivion