All of this is for nothing -
this vain struggle ending
in disappointments;
wasted, an entire life.
Sure it was just a modest promise,
but this? Should've been more
than this wretched state.
Yet, all lives are lived for nothing;
no one creates something
truly lasting.
The great hand of time,
if not that of their fellow human being,
shatters and erases
even what the best of us created.
In the failure of the entire
human enterprise,
in the bitterly warming knowledge,
that none of shall escape
the binding chains of failure,
is the comfort
in which we can wrap us.
15.02.2021
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