Oblivion
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This poem is about hopelessness and embracing the inevitable.
Staring at oblivion’s edge
Watching the world pledge
The end of troubles
Nothing but baubles
Darkness, the Great Divider
We fight its hate collider
Amusing at oblivion’s dour
We face our finest hour
What will become of us
If we continue this rush
Worry, it is useless
Hatred, it is powerless
Sitting at oblivion’s end
Chuckling, for this is my friend
