Oblivion Poem by Daryl Agapito

How do you douse a memory
from the abyss of misery,
to rub off a solacing fragrance
that puts the unruly to sleep?

How do you put back the silver roses
that were foolishly plucked,
for a dream that was prayed
but absurd in reality?

How do you cease the ghost
that nurses the echoes of agony;
a sickening worm crawling,
eating its way deep?

Thine own heart's winter is endless,
trapped in a blizzard of its tears,
and oblivion is what's left
for your anguish and fears.