The Ramble Of Oblivion. Poem by Sara Iglesias

Where does one go?
when the crushing weight of darkness appals,
when in the crowd, no face is known
when dreams vanish, reality flash
when the ramble of oblivion,
in the tunnel of sorrows, the mask of smothers slides.

The lengths of being,
 are framed in the mosaic of life,
the buzzing cloud of voices,
the cliff of the void,
where passions, fears and doubts are absorbed.
The blankness of thought,
Majestic crash of waves at the shore,
where all the scheme of conscience,
Ought to perish, tied by its feet
with the bile of existence,
Merging like an estuary,
with the cold touches of the sea.

No ever-growing shade of green,
No dazzling jewels in a glass case
No swollen feast past midnight talk,
can chain the will to pass,
joining the fairyland,
leaving the vileness of the body behind.
A leitmotiv to shine,
in the powerless chorus of what is gone.