Searching For Oblivion
You're crying, curled up in bed
in a fetal position.
And bullied by doubts and fears
you feel completely alone.
Unable to numb the hurt,
bitter tears flow from your eyes.
For it is unbearable
when dreams start falling apart.
Life feels more like a sentence,
punishing you for mistakes.
But what sin did you commit
that love would abandon you?
Your pillow preserves his smell,
clinging onto memories.
But his picture on the wall
looks awkward and out of place.
Love’s absence fuels anguish;
you do not know what to do.
And start rocking back and forth,
searching for oblivion.
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