Reverie

Oblivion

- note: this poem is a little different from the others- 

Who knew where the winds ended and the water began?

Who knew where the mountains crumbled and turned to sand?

What did it use to be like to know blankness?

Or nothing of the blood in your veins, working without you; careless?

Did it feel like the whisper of the clouds grazing your skin?

Not knowing where to end or where to begin, was it a sin?

Or did it feel like a fluttery panic of a fish caught on a hook?

Mindless and powerless, leaving you lying there, shook.

Maybe it was a little bit of all, a feeling of overwhelming numbness

That stroked its bony fingers down your cheek,

In a harshly soothing caress.