deep in slumber
too deep
to even decipher
what's happening around
another gulp
fear of oblivion
swallowing him
alive to death
blotches of colours
canvas of rainbows
but still his heart
was at the
shadowed chamber of grief
he screamed, he fighted
he yelped, he cried
and at last he knew
he fell into the
deep slumber of oblivion.
{ youth }
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mirth
Poetry;;a poetry book - from my simplest ideas! - a book combined with love, youth & life. hobiphoric © 2022
