Oblivion

Oblivion,
A complete state of ignorance.
All forgotten
Nothing left about to feel rotten
No remembrance of your eminence.

Oblivion,
The dust rolls over,
The wine spills over,
The sun’s rays rise,
All in a flash before your eyes.

Oblivion,
Off you go in the great dark void;
Your wanderlust spirit goes without rest
Nothing there for you to manifest.
Suppressed, but in a search
for a place where you won’t hurt.

There it shines
off in the distance,
welcoming you into its confines.
It opens its arms
and welcomes you,
like a bed full of charms.

Fernando Flynn-Quintanilla ’19

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