Oblivion Poem by Anarat Fatima

I had gold, silver and all the keys
I had city and the world on its knees
I slept on a soft-pillowed bed
And saw a wall full of roses ahead
The wall held the monsters away
But a crack appeared anyway
A tremor unknown was yawning
And the treasure was drowning
I went there, unknown of the event
And it caught me, knowing my scent
No help came from the gold and the keys
None from the city or the world on its knees
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