Oblivion

I stood in wait,

listening to the siren call

of oblivion.

Stranded on the cliff of

not enough,

never enough.

The hours were a sluggish veil

blinding and filtering

giving occasional glimpses,

breaths,

of sharp air

to fill my lungs.

So still I wait,

hoping to take my last.

Fearing that this will be the last.

Forever on the knife's edge

between oblivion

and breath.