I can no longer stand
The person that I am,
So I reach out my hand
And push aside the dam.
A flood of blackest bile
Is loosened over me.
Where once I smiled a while
Is now a sombre sea.
I think about the night
Throughout the universe.
The tiny points of light
Are trivial – or worse.
They keep fools holding on,
Believing they can cope.
In truth, though, all hope’s gone.
No! There never was a hope!
There’s only ever been
This feeling of despair.
A game you cannot win –
That’s life itself, right there.
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