Oblivion

Lost

The poet fell into the oblivion

Saw his own heart lying on the floor

But he was not the only one 

Someone was screaming his name

His own echo, perhaps

Heartless

The poet was sitting on the floor

He could barely breathe

But he was not affraid 

He stared into the void,

Into the oblivion

Alone

In the oblivion

The poet knew nothing but pain

So much pain in his history

A hidden mistery in his poetry