Whole Of Oblivion Poem by Tinnie Moe

It conceals time?

It's a meandered grave?

You have to witness some angels
that travel through space?

And what if you see only future lies?
Is it to honour, to mentally connect


with the despair o' the arause to neglect?

Would you mourn for sorrow
or be glad that it died?
Do you want hope for tomorrow
or how deep you ever sighted?

Lost in the leap of time
or call it oblivion
as you may
where you forget to be born
you think it's easy to die?

Which shallowness have thee awoken?

Were it daemons that spoken?
You've heared it
But do you know what it hoars?


How boars
would barken
an ancient lore
forgotten
and all the trees darkened

there would not be a soul 'round,
to rise the heavens and send a cloud
that rains infront
the midst of sun or moon,
no rainbow ever shall they groom,
and even dust shall go do doom.

Cause within hollowness truely lies,
Generation's wisdom
sold without a price



Have you wondered?

Or have you known?

Why in Heaven's sake
never to cheer

at Hollows growth.