Oblivion

Blurred faces,
Muffled tears,
Empty spaces,
Silent fears.

Since when is
Ignorance the face of
Wisdom?

Forget her childhood, shrouded
By the inexorable
Folly of a once-respectable
Buffoon.

Disregard her adolescence,
Fragmented by the essence
Of ethanol so very
Bitter, but deludingly sweet
To some.

But never, ever turn your
Back
On the sobbing,
The pain,
Her agony,
That she so valiantly
Casts into the shadows.

You don’t deserve that
Luxury.
Not now, not ever.
You, who promised to be
Concrete, in a whirlwind of
Disastrous proportions;
You, who were to be an
Angel, now possessed by
Disease-ridden darkness.

Oblivion is no place for an innocent soul.
Bring yourself to light,
To health,
To sanity.
Bring yourself to her side.

Is that so hard?