Meaningless twirling

The end is near,
Yet I still stand here.
Nothingness dominates,
While the future dissipates.

Living in the present,
So I dare not to resent,
Lest I regret,
The moments I fret.

The past offers no solace,
For failure discolors the haunted place,
Where hope goes to die,
And optimism dares not to fly.

The brightness within the dark,
Exists only as a spark,
It fades as quickly as it comes to life,
Leaving me in a self-inflicted strife.

Painting by Jack Vettriano


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