Sweet Oblivion

Sweet Oblivion

A Poem by Crozby

The battle of light and dark is one hard fought, and one harder won.


O, sweet oblivion-

You’re full of nothing, yet fill me with everything;

Intrigue, wonder, curiosity,


The thought of perfect emptiness,

Of perfect nothingness,

A clean slate, nay-

An obliteration of slate-

I must admit,

Is tempting.

Yet, terrifying.

So much bad gone,

But with it, too, the good.

And little though it is,

It certainly is.

I could jump in,

Into oblivion,

But to what end?

I could let the dark consume me,

Let it put out my light,

But, would I really be better off?

Would my friends?

My family?

The world?

No, they wouldn’t be.

In fact,

Only it would be.

The darkness would grow,

And keep growing.

I could feed it,

I could jump in,

Give in,

Let the darkness cover me in it’s sweet embrace,

But I won’t.

Because I do have lights,

Burning torches in my life,

They keep you at bay, Darkness,

Sweet Oblivion,

And as long as I have them,

You can keep calling;

I’ll keep ignoring.

And you can keep darkening;

My torches will just burn brighter.

© 2017 Crozby

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A well composed poem. Like it.
Thanks for sharing :)

Posted 1 Year Ago

This is a beautiful poem, dangerously close to perfection. It empathises, and then encourages one to go on, because we see that it's possible. Your words present us with reasons to go on.

The way you have described how tempting the dark side is is beautiful. I could actually feel the gravity that Sweet Oblivion worked.

And then the way you described your reasons to fight. That can encourage anyone to go on. It's a beautiful poem you've got here.

Keep writing!


Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Thank you so much. It is a struggle we all feel, and it is one many see unwinnable. We all have ligh.. read more

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Added on June 21, 2017
Last Updated on June 22, 2017



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