in

Oblivion

Her mind was a pristine gallery,

A catalogue of shiny data,

An unforeseen storm blemished the sheen,

Coating the contents with cloudy dust.

.

The fog settled on names and places,

Blurring the vision of her mind,

She meandered, lost in its alleys,

Searching for hope’s light in the dark.

.

The hunt for misplaced things darkened her day,

Conversations puzzled, made her ashamed,

She raged, lamented, the knotty plight,

Cooping up, she withdrew into a shell.

.

Building up an imaginary sphere,

She receded further from her circles,

Alone, forgotten, in her sunset years,

Trapped eternally in the vacuum. 

.

Photo credit : Jeremy Bishop (unsplash.com)

Report

What do you think?

14 Points
Upvote Downvote

22 Comments

Leave a Reply

Leave a Reply

Old Wives Tales

Old School