OBLIVION

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One day

The mist of this pain will blur

As the reality of this living clears

Minds will think of me as a cloud

Which fell in a moment to give the thirsty rain

Not as a thirsty whose tears quenched the dryness in other throats

Under the drought of helplessness

II

One day

This running heartbeat will lose its mobility

The eyes which swam in an ocean of tears

Surrounded by oasis of fantasies

Built into a wall to deceive

Will receive its oblivion

III

One day

None will remember the sun baked tree grower

Murdered by lack of warmth

One whose oxygen harvest saw not its nostrils

Talk less of its food channel

IV

One day

Every little sand this feet tasted

Will clear from the tongues of its soles

Every blessed breath will be imprisoned in history

Keys to that prison thrown into the abyss of forgetfulness

Eventually flying into nonexistence

V

One day

These puzzled alphabets 

Will play hide and seek

With new minds whose souls live on future’s passion trees

Shadows of these fingers who birthed them

Would have fallen into its doomed darkness

VI

One day

Just one day

This given life will end with its strife

The best days will be but wrappers

On its boxed remains in fond minds

Sighs of relief will heave from begrudged hearts

Then I would reach the dock I seek

For now

Crawl on, ye tired soul

With all your heavy laden

Your veins belong not to you

But to skins and blood in covering

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia ©September 3, 2017