'A Prayer for Oblivion' poem by A.Anish.

A Prayer for Oblivion

My state of mind is stagger’d,

By the grief thou offer’d.

One by one thou fork over,

Afflicts all my order.

Leas’d rest along with unrest,

Prospect beside cold sweat,

Tears beyond the seepage,

Curbed choler in wage.

Grief that I broach above,

Under the aegis of sow,

That sowed seeds in my heart,

To admit thy part.

I ne’er demur to sort thou swine,

Howbeit I deem thee mine.

If we swab a swine to blush,

It’ll chase after the slush.

Sung the praises of the exquisite,

Withal in thy heart ne’er visit.

Part’d for the pursuit of prospect,

Obscur'd yours’ that retrospect.

No man match hog and honey,

I could, but not for money.

Swain hassles in cold winters,

Swine sells warmth in fodders.

Thou effac’d my filth like gust,

Blossom’d my bosom sans lust.

But thou taunt me thru dictum,

Dragg'd me down like victim.

Thou clinch to adjourn with me,

When I plead not for flee.

Thy decipher to be ever present,

Is not for my clement.

'O my little little peccary’,

I quest to escape thy memory.

'O my ageless anguish’,

Thou appear offtimes like blemish.

-A.Anish.