Hopeless
Brodiss © 2003

Is it hopeless
This feeling of mine
That engulfs each fibre of being
Consuming me in entirety?

Is it some vague pause -
Some futile hesitation -
Before a hiccup in reality
Belches me out
Into the bleak truth of disillusionment?

Is it an allusion
To some greater truth
That I can never be part of
No matter how I strive?

Should I even try?

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