The Road to Oblivion

The Road to Oblivion is littered with the dead
Distended ribs, glassy eyes, wounds bled crimson red
War, disease, famine, malice, avarice…to the end we’re sped
On the Road to Oblivion

Upon the trail of wrenching wails we encountered Morose
His chest was sunk, a shrunken trunk, no longer staunch, verbose
Now silenced tongue, his hands he wrung, he’d been from pillar to post
On the Road to Oblivion

On down the path, of fate’s cruel wrath, we saw old Forlorn
His stature little, stubbled chin with spittle, his clothes ragged, torn
Twas chained to tree, we set him free, for brief second he was reborn
On the Road to Oblivion

Down blackened street, came dragging feet, her name was Heartbroken
She’d heard us creep, and from her sleep, she staggered scarcely woken
With heavy sighs, and red rimmed eyes, her story went unspoken
On the Road to Oblivion

Cross sweeping plains, plagued with rains, we found young Dejected
On knees he bent, his pleading’s spent, his entreaties so rejected
Shivering body numb, he would succumb, to pestilence infected
On the Road to Oblivion

Atop mountain crisp with snow, moaning, moaning very low, ‘neath rock sat Blue
Our sad brigade, this stop we made, to see what we could do
She stood up tall, to nearly fall, to ask “may I join you?”
On the Road to Oblivion

Through begrimed city, devoid of pity, we marched to find Grieved
Once a proud man, through garbage can, he sorted and he heaved
With agile grace, he joined our pace, bringing cousin bereaved
On the Road to Oblivion

At wind whipped shore, where lone gull soared, were footprints Melancholy
A wise old sage, of withered age, a victim of man’s folly
Her white hair askew, in sea breeze it blew, she’d hitch up to our trolley
On the Road to Oblivion

In weathered boat, on swells we’d float, to locate wave tossed Woe
From tranquil lea, to capricious sea, for reasons only woe doth know
Salt water fingers clutched the side, he’d gladly accept ride, no matter how slow
On the Road to Oblivion


Our feeble ship, somehow made its trip, to crash on rock Tragic
With rations slight, ill-fated frigid nights, a voyage lacking magic
The rock stood stout, and we climbed out, touching terra firma fabric
On the Road to Oblivion

Over lowland hills, with songbird trills, stood people of the Glum
They knew not where, nor did they care, where we had traveled from
But where despair was in the air to this they’d surely come
On the Road to Oblivion

Tottering ‘cross hot desert sands, we joined hands, to stumble on Heavyhearted
She clutched dead child to her breast, with heaving chest, her hope departed
Our caravan both long and wan, she took stock and replied “let’s get started”
On the Road to Oblivion

Then upon a moonless night, starlight, starbright, we end our flight
We wish we may, we wish we might, be free of our hellish plight
‘T is our right to lose this noble fight, our sorrows plainly in your sight
Oh God in heaven, do not refrain,
Take us home and end our pain
In Oblivion