Letting Go
(Oblivion)
The fading lilies on the pearled brow,
An abysmal Sea of forgetfulness:
A blackhole swallowing Being's finesse,
The tides of Time laying the highest low
Morning Mist vanishing in the Sun,
A Red Rose losing its bloodied incense,
Cold stone's fast fading warmth - mere pretense
An unexplored and unopened oyster
A heart unmindful of its brute beats,
An unstained and unsplashed, virgin Canvas
Mid-June depeopled, empty town streets.
A symphony of the loudest silence.
The lifeless frame inhumed in humus,
The Urn of ashes blown into the winds:
A long wail silenced without a fuss,
A see forever screened by the bold blinds.
In stark silences, all stories end,
Lost in Time's playful, mournful travesty,
With Nothingness breathless blood to blend,
Life's neith'r wailed, nor hailed for Infinity.
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