Oblivion

Chiming, clouded symphony of clattering, cadenced white noise,
and though carved out of child-like glee, we plea for the simplest of joys.
Swarming, sailing, silently, shaping submerging seas of sorrow,
and thus engage thy tormented thoughts with a hope of a blossoming tomorrow.

Victims of our own wonderful world,
whistling, weeping, winds with the invisible enemy entranced, capriciously curled.
Hailing down a mysterious catalytic warfare,
melancholic martyrdom march against naked despair,
the greatest threat to humanity, both historic and rare,
and through this sullen storm, arise with a telling tale to share.

And thus give thanks for each blissful breath and dawning day,
and in this new norm, time passes and will slowly fade away.
Though Heavenly father, grant peace to those who have lost,
uplift and supersede and spare our loved ones of this cost.

Trickling, tickling, teetering teardrops tremble and fall,
as ye beg the invisible enemy to cast thy mercy on us all.
Thus paving a path of panic, a life living in a ferocious fear,
questioning the origin of a once declared twenty twenty as our year?
Militarised zones, as we counterattack the common foe,
and in divine faith, the end is not much further to go,
as soon knowledge will empower, and we will know more than we will have ever known,
as the villain shall dwindle and dwell alone.

Slowly sinking in soft soaring quicksand,
in a mental state of nothingness, my mind struggles to understand,
the greatest test of time and why doth we dealt with such a hand.
Though periodically a perplexing, propelling eruption of calmness like a river overflows,
as I am swept away in his peace that forever grows.

An overbearing, overwhelming eclipsing sense of conflicting confusion,
as doth life as it seems not appear anything but an icy, inconceivable illusion.
As we mere mortals are left as of yet, without the solution to ‘x’,
like a suspenseful cliffhanger, we are without the answer of what happens next.