The oblivion in the corner of my brain seems to grow.
It nags my senses, threatening a row,
Calling my peace a riot –
Despite my soul staying deadly quiet.
So why is it growing, who’s feeding its rhetoric?
These thoughts are so vehement,
They launch at me with grave disgust,
Dusting off all the pain I’ve never discussed.
In the centre of it – there’s you,
Replaced with coordinates and clues.
And I know I must resist this,
Your words are too malicious.
But the oblivion surrounds us
With discomfort and chaos
Until the terror grows larger than we could ever dream.
It shoots back at the universe, beam after beam,
And we’re frozen,
Almost like we’re chosen…
I let the chips fall where they may.
There’s comfort in masterless fate.
I pick up the shards,
I cut you out, pretending it isn’t hard
To admit that we were never in the cards
As my soul watches like a prison guard.
But the oblivion in the corner of my brain seems to go.
It takes your face and all the pain I’ve ever known.
Not for long, no,
I’ll see you next weekend to repeat this show.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 