I stared into oblivion
and got drawn in.
A black hole lay before me
And only darkness behind.
There was no beginning
And I could divine no end,
It seemed I wandered
A long, lonely time
In a nights eternal daze.
Sleepwalking...
Or so it seemed.
Emotion was irrelevant,
Nothing could be felt -
This blackness overcame all
And I could divine no end,
No points to guide me along the road
No stations to say how far I'd come
And night remained.
Oblivion is not the end
Nor is it the beginning
Oblivion has no edge
And nothing there is living
And in oblivion I carry on
Pointless...
Sleepwalking
Or so it seems.
I stared into oblivion
And got lost.
A contest entry
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450 points, ended July 13, 2007, 15 entries
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This was cool, I like the path you took with this poem... oblivion is a state that calls to us... that state where nothing is anymore, no worries no troubles.. but then once we get there, we realise that that is not all that we loose, there is no being at all in a state of oblivion.. kinda.. everlasting sleepwalking, as you say. Great poem, i really liked this. Well done. Thanks for your entry and good luck!
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Great poem. Somewhat vague, but that did not hinder it, and it had a kind of lilting, unpretensious (yes my spelling sucks) quality that I really admired. Great job.
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speechless
though its meaning vague, it leaves room for the reader to determine what it means for themselves. i love it. there are lightworkers all around who beckon the darkened ones toward them. but this oblivion seems so powerful, one can only hope for such recognition. i can definitely relate to this poem, if i know what its about that is. it deserves a lot of recognition.
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A long, lonely time
In a nights eternal daze.
hmm thinking the end was alittle abrupt, maybe describing the way in which you are sleep walking instead of repeating the same phrase, yet the majority of this yin passage is sublime for the sheer world of singularity is such painted to the mind in freedom and level, not fearful, and not coated with sugar either, just the taste of truth, and for this i applaud with black holes and poached pears -jas
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WOW!
That, was magnifa- ok, can't spell it, it rocked! Reading it made me actually feel like I was being summoned into this oblivion, it almost was like i was stumbling through a black hole inside of myself... Great title, it's actually what made me click on this poem... This is very good!
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Good poem
This poem is very neat and imaginary,Great work from the poet!Lisa K haslett Raytown Missouri! -
And in oblivion I carry on
Pointless...
Sleepwalking
Or so it seems.
This is a really neat poem. I like the darkness of it and the imagery. Great job and I hope you keep writing!
~Erin~
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