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.