Oblivion calls
o sweet nothing
darkness warm held
drown all in everything
She takes in the vagrant
the weary, the unloved
oh how she calls me
Mother to all and this one
among kin she welcomes me
another sheep in her fold
for now a guest at her table
she whispers my release
invites away trouble and fear and want
eager joining with my Oblivion
as my Lady tops off my cup
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Poetics and Musings
PoetryJust a place to keep some original poetry. Feel free to leave feedback, I always am looking for it
