Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Oblivion

Throughout my conscious day I find

Many intruders, unwelcome,

Force their trespass into my mind,

And very hard to escape from,

Once they've taken up residence,

Making themselves think right at home,

That make me feel in present tense,

As past and future thoughts just roam.

I want their thoughts to leave, but they

Just ignore me and stick around,

Bully me through my conscious day,

And often cause my head to pound.

The rendezvous I long to keep

With oblivion in my sleep.