Shroud Of Oblivion Poem by Jamie Ellen Christian
Shroud Of Oblivion
Beckoning at death's door
I cry 'do let me in'
Standing upon your threshhold
I beg for concealment
in the embrace of your darkness
I beg for release and escape
in the embrace of your finality
Oh please do let me in
The torture upon my heart
can not be endured another moment
The disappointments of a lifetime
hang as a noose around my neck
I beg for the obscurity of your oblivion
I beg for the shelter of your shroud
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4/24/2024 1:13:52 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Storm and peace are always in cycle following the other each...that is nature... 'The disappointments of a lifetime hang as a noose around my neck I beg for the obscurity of your oblivion I beg for the shelter of your shroud....these words are of a stormy phase awaiting a good fortune of peace....God bless