Oblivion, you inspire me to write.
How much I hate your amnesia,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the spinal anesthesia.
Let me compare you to a pretender?
You are more callous and more malicious.
Fierce frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime is bloody red delicious.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your Appetite and appetite.
Thinking of your dire vaccum fills my days.
My hate for you is the horrific height.
Now I must away with a grumpy heart,
Remember my mean words whilst we’re apart.
Your poem is thought-provoking. I like the especially the striking contrasts and the depiction of winter with robins: they emphasize your state depicted in the poem. I thought for a longer time on the layers of your writing before sending this comment. I like your poem.
Thank you so much. I am so glad you read and liked.
Ohh boy! I hate the oblivion too.. Very relatable!
IKR!
Nice Poem.
Thank you so much 🙂
“How do I hate this Poem? Let me count the ways.”
Awesome Poem.
How do I love this comment, Let me count the ways 🙂