severing ties
as the oblivion rises
where did the night end
and morning begin?
returning to a fog
it is better off that way
she comes to go
to come back again
oh no, not again
and i cry
only when i know i won’t remember
i am the worm in the bottle
that has laid there for seven years
hey ain’t seven a lucky number?
i am numb
come undone
i have fallen to rise
to fall again
waiting to welcome death
this is me when i am not me
so foolishly thinking i was free
like i said before
i am the worm in the bottle
waiting to meet the lips of
the black hole
©2014 josephine b. ciliento
“oblivion” is a poem that will be included in my second book “journal #31”, which will be released through amazon in january 2020.