Home > Garden of Grasses > Pointless

Pointless

by Wendy Loh
The dancing stops as the music ends
No more strains of the waltz

The laughter subsides
The atmosphere thickens

Silent as a tomb,
Cold and bitter

The beginning of life?
The end of a century....

A knife thrust deep
Into a bleeding heart

Trapped in the vaults of despair
No element of truth remains

What is truth?
What is a lie?

Remote, inaudible,
Devoid of emotion

Pointless to live on
Unable to harbour any hopes.



Garden of Grasses Home Page
Garden of Grasses Guestbook
Copyright © 1998 Wendy Loh. All rights reserved.