Me and then oblivion

My old thoughts left me

Images fled from me to the depths of my being

I try to collect them in sentences but they pass

I search for them in myself for myself

I don't find them so I keep my secret

I write things that don't resemble me

And I hear myself whispering in my chest

To discover how my desires come

I don't find them in my dreams

They disappear like ether inside me

I see them as ghosts flowing in my mind

I ask for them but they don't obey me

I imagine them as rivers running near me

Whenever I sip from them I'm not satisfied

If my dreams visit me while I'm awake

I tell myself what I want

To cross to the shore of safety alone

And my longings return in flocks to my memory

I will not complain about my weakness if my destiny

Yes, the agent is enough for me and God is enough for me

Am I a person who forgets or is forgetfulness my despair?