The Meaning of Futility

It has been a while since a flower has blossomed from my paper and embellished it with its benevolent sign of happiness My happiness lies in you and it has been absent for as long as you have been Ever since then, my life has been shrouded in painful darkness I sit here reminiscing on beautiful memories, that once brought me immense joy and now they bring profound sadness to my heart with every stroke of my pen Why do I eat this food? It only feeds my suffering Why do I even try? My futile efforts only help me climb this mountain, in which my downfall lies at the top My mind is a convoluted labyrinth of unanswered questions, despair, and broken dreams Try to explore it and you will find yourself lost in your expedition Try understanding and you will find a riddle you cannot solve Regardless, it is too late to save me I have fallen too deep into my melancholy Now I send out my orison, my last resort, to the heavens, hoping that God will expedite my suffering and alleviate this incessant aching in my heart.