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.
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