Oblivion

A mist, cave-dark,

obscures the dream.

Caged behind bars,

put up by conscience.

Reminiscing the trapped demon, sends a ghastly chill.

Burning down the spine,

It’s memory mars,

But treasure it forever, I will.

Ornate rays emanating,

Beautify the horizon.

Lullabies of tiny beaks,

Squeaks of newborn puppies,

And the laugh of a little child, mirrored by his father.

The environs, pulchritudinous,

With picturesque grandeur teems.

Trod through the lush countryside, the dyad together.

In the blink of an eye,

Rusty sky raises its hood.

Fusillade of bullets tear,

Pervading hearts and heads alike,

As the reflection in the brook waters, turns blood red.

Steps, running with worry,

Failing to echo in mayhem,

As ghosts abandon, yet lonesome silhouettes hide in rustic shade.

Fires of hell searing,

Bird and birch alike, mutilated.

Echoes on a face, so young,

Sad eyes, tear-brimming.

As raindrops of ash, slither down cracks in glass panes.

Ruined to near nil, their house,

A hand with bracelet and blood, debris-trapped,

Once caressed, as a mother and wife.

Memoirs fired blank arrows, ripping apart their veins.

An explosion blinded the far unknown

A wave unleashed rampage.

A son charred to nothingness,

Amidst a painful cry silenced.

Nuked, the dark-grey landscape, for miles, had no one in sight.

Tears annihilated,

the father’s face,

was forlorn and undone.

Gasping for breath, I woke up,

For his face was mine, I was in the blooded limelight.