Hey everyone! So I'm back! And here recently I've read The Fault In Our Stars by John Green and I got an idea from Augustus Waters about his fear of oblivion and decided to write a poem about it...
Please give me constructive criticism!
On with the poem...
Oblivion
Falling...
Falling...
Falling...
Where am I falling?
Is it to a two demensional world that is never ending? Never lasting? Something that the world never would understand. Like...
The world of things that seem understandable but they don't understand. The world of suffering. Things people want to avoid.
Oblivion. Life beyond the ordinary. The darkness in the night.
A person.
What would you remember in 20 years from now? Will you remember what they did? The achievements someone did. The inventions that were made over the course of this lifetime.
What will you really remember in the oblivion we call time?
So there was the poem!
I ask for constructive criticism please!
Have a great day!
Until next time,
- foureatoncake