I am oblivious
Oblivion—
A cancer spot
On the sun.
I am the icicle
That melts fire—
The blizzard that
Whites out desire.
I am the socket—
A black void vacuum—
Hopeless nights
In death’s bloom.
I am the uninvited—
Useless and obscene,
Too weird to work—
To the mob scene.
I am the despised,
Desperate supplies—
Used and discarded—
Been promised lies.
I am the surmised,
The water that fries—
Nobody’s surprised—
Certified: someday dies.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, December 22, 2025.
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A poem that reminds one that all things have a rival and that life is no different. If there is one thing certain all things eventually die it is nature's sense of justice showing that all things are equal. Very nicely done my friend
My friend, thank you. Your reflection captures the cold balance at work here…everything contends, everything ends, and that ending becomes the only shared ground. It isn’t comforting, but it is honest. I’m grateful for how carefully you met the poem where it stands, as always, my friend. 🖤🪦🌑🙏
You are most welcome my friend it is a pleasure
Good write T. Is that Ol' Tom in the title picture? lol.
Thank you Orchi! Yes, he put the tube on wrong and was standing too close to the fiber. Turns out, it had plastic in it and melted. And now...well, you see the shape he's in! 🤣
*too close to the fire...the fiber had plastic in it. 🤷♂️
I would've had it all straight but for the damn glugging noise in the background.
That's glugging's enough to distract anyone! lol.
Hahaha! For real! I am not sure how it hasn't collapsed all of MPS already! LOL!
I tell you what partly helped to collapse one site - the dreaded plagiarism! Argh!
A compelling poem, the poem conveys a deep sense of existential despair and feelings of isolation. It explores the poet's awareness of their own insignificance and the emotional weight of being uninvited and unwanted. The recurring theme of oblivion suggests a struggle with identity, self-worth, and the inevitability of death.
Friendship, I resonate with your reading more than I wish I did. That sense of insignificance and inevitability isn’t abstract for me…it’s lived. Knowing you saw that and didn’t look away means a great deal. Thank you for sitting with it, my dear friend. 🖤🪦🌑🙏
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