A spindle of spontaneous notions

Into Oblivion

Somedays,
I wish to
sink deep into
the numbing depths
of Oblivion.

I wish to
be able to
eliminate the misery
and the dreary
weight of a heavy heart.

Somedays,
I long to
grieve my loss
in the daunting waves
of solitude.

I long to
weep the melancholy
along with salty years
with my head on
my mother's lap,

And hope,
that from her
soothing warmth,
I would soon
fall
into Oblivion.