Comments about Rebekah Daniel
Lost In Oblivion
Low mourns resound through the void,
There blew the last vestige of joy,
The frosty gale blew past the hollow me,
As my remnants faded away from their memories.
Hopeful eyes staring into the Hopeless darkness,
As they slowly erased my futile existence.
I am afraid of being forgotten,
I dread being lost in Oblivion.