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Jamie Walker Jan 2018
oblivion, i will be
as the amber light seeps away
the winds no longer whistle
they bellow their death rattle
upon iron roofs.

absolution, you are absent
trees bend in aversion
colossal kamikaze waves crawl closer
then roll away again
as if startled.

resolution, you are wilted
a withered rose held aloft
a remnant of radiance
clung onto for too long
now woebegone.

salvation, seldom seen
saliva saturates your silken shroud
what solution do you offer
but silence?
send me beyond solitude.


INTO OBLIVION.
Jamie Walker Jan 2018
I want to reach out, but I live in an age
Were computers have surpassed our pathetic brains
I need someone to talk to, I’m alone and I’m angry
But technology replaced face-to-face conversation,
and I speak a dead language.

I want to see old friends, it sure has been a while!
When friendships were more than just numbers on a profile
I need familiar faces that smile full of warmth
But no one here knows me anymore
And everyone I knew has gone.

I want to tell a secret, but on second thought I better not
Because my fear of death is second only to being screenshot
I’m afraid to say out loud that I live in an age
Were pain and depression is caused by cowardice
And following the crowd is brave.
Jamie Walker Jan 2018
If
If I held your hand for a moment
Venice would not sink any quicker.
If I nibbled your lips
As if sampling a strange, sweet and succulent fruit
The stars will not drop from the sky
Extinguished like cigarettes flicked into the gutter.

If I told you how ancient civilisations
Would immortalise your beauty in bronze
And adorn their temples with your likeness
The clocks would not grind to a halt.
If I asked you about your favourite book
The library would not burn down.

If I packed you a picnic
And invited you to pick wildflowers
Winter would not arrive early
And freeze the meadows dead-white.
If I declared you the belle of the British Isles
Your derision would not wither your beauty.

If I was not afflicted
With an agonising shyness
Like the slow lingering extinction of myself
I could look you in the face
Without being blinded by your radiance
Or struck dumb.

— The End —