Thursday, August 16, 2007

Triumph is Momentary

Meaningless

Why are
we here?
What is
our purpose
on this vast
planet?
Everything is painful.
Nothing more
painful
than love.
Tears are shed
on a daily basis.
Hour after
lonely, endless hour.
Is there a way out?
Will anything ever
be good
again?
Why suffer?
Color
and
happiness
are drained.
All that is left is a
colorless world
of despair
with a sliver of hope
for the future.

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