Poetry
And I Go
Into the night of oblivion
Published in
Jul 31, 2021
And I go —
into the night
of oblivion’s beau
Out of the morn where the perennials bloom
ayond the haunted grounds of hawkers quirk
past the sentient fears in lasting ephemeral loom
so thru the mightiest might of the darkest murk
And I would —
Bear your pain
if I could
Hurling athwart the crowds of hours rushed
and I see the loved ones and loud ones alike
smothering down in spirits crimson blithe
fleeing past that light pouring down so aglow
But alone —
I must slog
against the foe
Then in the vastness of the dustier desert sky
Where frayed dreams meet their solemn dice
Defiance in the face of spite— I abide
For the one diamond glistening just right
Whence I am laid —
down to rest
at last!
