A Chosen Oblivion

A Chosen Oblivion
A Chosen Oblivion…no escape

And then there was oblivion,
the haze of non-disclosure,
the numbness of feeling nothing,
and the hurt buried so deeply
a surgeon could not remove.

In this abandonment,
the pain tinged periphery of cognizance
weeps in pallid despair,
while mind in clouded soft resolve
explores the thoughtless landscape.

Here, as planets pass by,
and stars like shimmering light
plucked from a pond at sunset,
reveal nothing of secrets,
just the reverberating hum of life in murmur.

Time eclipsed by lethargy,
cowers in space, bereft,
and that weeping but a distant disturbance,
barely discernible,
as wandering vacant sleep, remains awake.

And when drifting succumbs to slumber.
and the day passes grimly,
a mind in return is saturated with grief,
for reality bites the second time around,
and there is no escape.

Tony DeLorger © 2016

Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

4 thoughts on “A Chosen Oblivion

  • August 25, 2016 at 1:32 PM
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    And isn’t it such a shame, that numbness can erase such beauty in the universe, and all that makes us wonder and appreciate life, as you described so well in your third stanza…the murmur, the hum.
    Oblivion, a facade of some kind of comfort, that in the end, only exasperates the pain further.
    So poetically rich with its truth and expression.

    Best,
    Mel

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  • August 25, 2016 at 4:51 PM
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    Glad you enjoyed it Mel, and yes so many people seek comfort in oblivion, an even further loss of connection with life. Sad but unfortunately true. Take care.

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  • August 25, 2016 at 5:13 PM
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    Oblivion is a form of death I think. To immerse one’s self in Nature could wake up a lost soul. To abandon the beauty of life is to abandon self. So deep is your knowledge of life, Tony. Great work.

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  • August 25, 2016 at 6:07 PM
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    Thanks Phyllis, so glad you appreciated my thoughts. Cheers!

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