Defeated

Is there a real purpose in living? Everybody says, life is a gift, life is worth the struggle, Life is the reason for being, Life is a journey to liberty, But is there really light at the end? Everybody says, Don't lose to negativity, Don't lay idle in defeat, Don't fuel failure with gasoline, Don't say that you can't get up, But what if you only see darkness? Every path ends with a door shut, Every try is never good enough, Every picture seems dreary, Every breathe feels weary, What then? Is there a point to stride on? Galloping in a field of uncertainty, Pushing through thorny weed, To pen this novel of long gone, Tears warm on my cheeks, Drawing me a fake smile, Looking into a mirror of cracks, I see a face scribbled with defeat.