OBLIVION

By D. Dea

My most unsettling thought

is not about death or monsters,

but it is this question:

what if nothing is real?

Not the coffee cooling in my hand,

not my hand holding the coffee,

not even this poem

I'm pretending to write.

What if we are all phantoms

living a dream

or avatars in someone's game

with no memory of entering?

What if there is no god, no devil,

just us, wearing many skins

learning to live different versions of ourselves

while the rest fills the void, so we don’t feel alone?

Maybe fear is not just a survival instinct,

but an electric fence protecting the borders of the illusion.

And love is merely a glitch

that makes us believe we are free.

Maybe time is not even moving forward

just looping around the same black hole

to keep us entertained

until the dreamer wakes or the game ends.

So, if oblivion is truth,

then let the lie at least be beautiful.

Let pain taste as sweet as wine,

and let us live each moment as if it's the last one.

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