Oblivion
"Oblivion"
Its painful in this place,
while I embrace life's torture,
I wonder why hope dwells far
from no mans land, why do I feel abandoned or had I abandoned?
All the same something feels left out and it's certainly me.It's certainly a disgrace for God's grace shawers
not on dead place, or perhaps only where there is life there is hope,
then certainly am in a wrong place,
but how shall I find my way to paradise when the path to even leads through clouded hell.
How shall i be found when my presence seems more like a needle in an isle, even the dead are sometimes remembered talk more of a walking dead.
By Iscomart

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Nice work Iscomart.
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Thanks ladypiet45 an glad you loved it
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Iscomart, this is a great insightful write. Oblivion is often a juxtaposed state, and you, in many ways highlight this. I continue to be impressed with your young pregnant poetic mind. May the Most High continue to shower you with poetic genius. Peace and Love, mlowe5
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Wow! Am so glad you understood the message, thank you very much for your complements, I really feel glad to have a mind such as your read my works
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