Oblivion

Night's falling curtain
draws a veil 
over imperfections 
that hurt the eyes 
A soothing black 
obscures flaws 
bathed in brilliant colours

So too the eyelids 
drop on consciousness 
for a few hours 
Oblivion is a balm 
calming roiling thoughts
smoothed over 
misery so acute 
it pierces the heart 

Sleep a welcome escape 
from turmoil 
without resolution 
but only until daylight 
melts the dark shroud 
and ignites 
smouldering aches 
into roaring flames


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