Oblivion

The speed at which time flies is breathtaking.
Everything I do is a memory in the making.
All these things I dream of being, all these places I dream of seeing.
Death brings me no fear, but it's what is after that brings me to tears.

This poem is about: 
Me
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741