Treasure Island

Rebekah Daniel


Lost In Oblivion


Low mourns resound through the void,
There blew the last vestige of joy,
The frosty gale blew past the hollow me,
As my remnants faded away from their memories.
Hopeful eyes staring into the Hopeless darkness,
As they slowly erased my futile existence.
I am afraid of being forgotten,
I dread being lost in Oblivion.

How hard had I tried to engrave on stones,
Yet nothing’s left except decaying bones.
The sands of time have finally run out,
Nothing’s reaching them, not even pitiful shouts.
I am afraid of being forgotten,
I dread being lost in Oblivion.

Await your turn to join me in this Nothingness,
When the selfish ones forget to reminisce.
The sinister abyss is calling me,
When you get there, remember me.
I am afraid of being forgotten,
I dread being lost in Oblivion.

Submitted: Sunday, September 08, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013
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