I Am Oblivia

I am now void
in the rhythms of a profound language, once  
ingrained  
in my youthful mind.  
 
Books of knowledge, now  
adorned  
with thorny spines  
and illegible scribes.  
 
Like muscles, my  
lexicon atrophies  
when not utilized.  
 
Dwindling resources  
dulled  
by illiterate thoughts.  
Shunned  
by the keepers  
of knowledge,  
belittled by the arrogance  
of the social conformist.  
 
I became sedulous  
in my search for  
a mentor  
and confidant to evoke  
the memories  
of my wisdom  
of language.  
 
He procured me  
a feast  
of faux knowledge and  
decomposed  
my inner compass; by  
guiding me  
to feast  
from the tree  
of the Apple  
of Sodom.  
 
Choking on smoke,  
my stomach lines  
with ash.  
 
Leaving trails of snarled thoughts  
and  
sporadic flashes of knowledge  
faded away  
from my mind.  
 
As I crawl throughout the carnage  
of cruel intent, leaving razor  
thin cuts  
of malevolence.  
 
Breaking the chains of courage within me.  
I am oblivia.