Oblivion's Hand

Dear Oblivion,

I fear you.

I hate you.

I don’t know what to do

with your darkness.

You choke and surround

you don’t let go

and sometimes,

I wish you’d take me away.

So many forms you have:

Not knowing,

Not believing

Never ending time.

You use each face

to twist my thoughts

and make me cry.

Oh, one of these days

you’ll catch me.

Sooner, likely,

rather than later.

It doesn’t stop me

from cursing you

and wishing different.

But for now,

I spend each second

living in my world of color

until you grasp me

with your hands

that wipe away

all the pictures

I’ve tried to save

in my mind.

Yours insincerely,

The Bud of Hope