Einstein's Oblivion Poem by James McLain

I went to the edge, where the shadows don't speak,
Where the pain of my sorrow is softened I seek,
A silence so deep, it swallows my sighs,
And the world fades away into infinite night.

No tears, no regret, no cold hands to hold,
No whispers of what might have been, silent and cold,
A place where the past no longer exists,
Where the future is swallowed by a fog of ether and mist.

I walked through the valley, through the shadow, of death
Untouched half in chaos, half again by my will,
No names, no faces, no cries to be heard,
Only the echo of this world, without any words.

Here Einstein said, time is a constant flow,
It simply exists, with nowhere to go.
No ache, no sorrow, no need to survive,
Just peace that is endless, all are simply alive.

But in this quiet, I learned a truth in disguise—
The end is oblivion, life never dies.
Each door that stays open, can never be shut.