This poem is about a person who got hurt really bad and basically blacked out. This is their thoughts on it.



Oblivion


Crushing darkness, sinking
Nowhere to hide, no thinking
Blackness closing in around
Me and forcing to the ground
The pain is number, gone
From wakefulness I have been conned
Time has no meaning now
It is better, I wonder how
I regretted being alive more
But I am away from all the gore
The pain was bad before I
Thought that I had died
But it was not death yet
My life’s time had not been set
But then and now I did not run
From the crushing black oblivion