Oblivion Poem by India Wallace

Oblivion



Slowly he moved away
Towards the door
And with him he took my heart,
My soul,
My reason to live

There is nothing left for me here
Now that he is gone
So i can finally let go
Of the life i've been clinging to
i'm slipping into darkness
But before i go,
i'll raise my glass in one last toast.

Here's to oblivion

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