Oblivion is great
My heart bleeds my tears drip
My brain chaotic and chaotic
As I search to no avail
But imaginations was all I see
The oblivion cuts deep
My lonely world
In the cloud of my chest
The tears flow so hot
Tears about to seize
More downpour- my eyelids
Wet my golden robe
Land on my expensive shoes
The oblivion is killing
I weep loud in agony
I would die now and again
Just to dine once again
A fellow a backbiter
A family crowned with joy
A string of challenges
Assuring peace the later
While I grind on this whisky
Searching and searching
To joy once more
Golden voice I revere
I call on my ancestors
To walk me through
Many ocean of wisdoms
As many I have missed
An agreement i made
Both the pure and mixed
Thanks to the good gods
And to the truthful servants
I remember my fates
As I sip my aged-whisky
Reality came to show-up
That oblivion is great
©Author KELLY JUUZ
(A salient prolific author...)
07/02/3018
06: 39PM
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