Oblivion

-Andy Benavides

These are galaxies

Being destroyed

That riotous noise

Of all the air being

Sucked by a vacuum

Those faces we make

Of oblivion the

Lack of remembrance

Act of forgetting

Or being taken away

The memories and

Events of what never

Happened here in

This world our world

Only existent thought

We hold dear these

Are upheavals of our

Lives playing to silent

Screams we never hear

We can only see those

Faces and our wild

Thoughts that are not

Ours but can never be

Stolen because they

Don’t exist these

Many exits that plague

Us as we scurry and

Chat and laugh

And wish we had

Taken one of those

Doors either for

Convenience or for

The rushing gusts to stop